the gift that keeps on giving

small pieces of you handed over

from the 44th floor below

suddenly turn the vertical over

in an horizontal chateau.

there are no borders or passwords

there is no looking up

all roads go forwards and backwords

no need for speaking up.

the chateau gains some speed

no engine, no ticket, no conductor,

your spot is guaranteed

no doubt a semiconductor.

the piece of you you gave away

returns & heals the bleeding

ex-floors - now moving chambers of chalet

become gifts from all succeeding.