I wish you had taken that job singing of thingness.  
Even so, if you could eat only one food for life, what would it be? “Take notes,” you called out.   
You were holding back first throbs as you forced another’s from the inside.       
  
I miss the walled city where an operator like me looks up when you arrive at this next step. .   
  
Try to remain calm. I’m going to talk you down.   
  
We’ll take the stairs; the elevators refuse to go with operators in them.    
  
(Ok, you there? Bye.)