How could we know
In such a vast construction
Where to park to abbreviate
The long trek to the greatest extent,
And which narrow spaces and darkened
Pillars to pass by, which elevator
Plodding on in our search?
There was something in his hand,
A needle and a vial, and with a
Wistful and practiced eye
He told us what it was
He would do and how long it would take
And when I might come back up.
I withdrew to the depths
Where heat had accumulated,
And then went out over
Causeways where the sky
Had turned dark
And was spinning
And practitioners dashed
By me rushing away.
Haggard and withdrawn
She was finally released,
And in the Jeep we too flew
Beyond the city. Something
Was closing in we knew.
Much would be suffered before
The end of this endeavor?
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