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Orbit Tower

Stepping out the open-ended apartment,
the marble corridor opening to the lift,
the lift opening for the uniformed chaperone
to motion you down to the marbled lobby,
the lobby of quietly gurgling pools,
quartz glass sculptures and,
in every downlit orifice:
anstruthers.

The first night he moved in here,
escaping los locura,
he had just sat, unmoved,
on a velvetine sofa,
under the fronds of a giant potted palm,
and marvelled inside, and breathed,
as people walked past
and ignored him, past and past.