Layers Poem by Derek Ouyang

Keep turning corners to new streets
Till you are convinced there is no end
Keep peeling the layers of this city
To the unreachable core of it all
Navigate skyscrapers like giants
Sweeping aside forests of maise
Or dig with rodent viscosity
Through the deepest tunnel levels
Speak to a New Yorker and find
Layers of suffering locked away
Then look up above tower tips
To a shifting illusion of sky
You are here, right now, alive
In the greatest city on earth
But it gives you nothing easy
And you are just at the surface