I have sat, endless hours
Overlooking that grand skyline.
Perched above the people of this nurturing city. Almost alone.
I sit, the days number has emptied the chaos. Peace flows
over me as I fly above
The vast field below, up and over the hospital;
My grandfather finding peace. Turning I soar
City buildings, where justice is sometimes served. to the mission, I hold my glance.
History perceived in those walls. My focus shifts
To the right, there, still, I am nine. I smell the dust and age;
The content of this dwelling of knowledge.
Then I am back, above all this and so much more: my whole life,
Past, present and future.
Even now, on the cold inflexibility of my bathroom floor.
I can tune out the bustle of my down-stairs life
And return. Feeling again the warmth and the chill,
All the years of my past, standing there. Will I ever leave?
This place that I love. My home. I feel my unadulterated self.
So true and everlasting. Each time so different than it was before,
So different as I am. She is still the same; ever loyal to her companion.
Take me again! Let me see my grand city and feel her nostalgic Vibrancy;
Make me new!
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