First day on the new job, or rather orientation. Willis Tower is beautiful, and scuttling around the building filled me with a fearful joy. I attempted to put my feelings into the poem below:
Empirical
One morning I will wake and fear you,
already the nausea mutes disbelief. Prometheus
would sweat and blush, feeling himself rise past
Olympus. Zeus strikes the building a hundred
times per year. One nightmare about your majesty
and counting.
*******
My heart flickers ever onward,
mousey, I dream of you still,
Tower One. I dream in you.
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