Was imposed on the trees and houses
A week after we arrived
Things were not dried but fried
Here in the first city of hell
Everyone who’s here has to be here
There are good reasons why
Some are paralyzed and cannot speak
Left for the rest of us to care for
The way we too must be cared for
With our own paralysis and fear
By a whole host of unimaginable beings
Who are themselves sustained
By innumerable shining lights
Or this whole summer makes no sense
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