In the left side of the building the sick lay, coughing, crying, sleeping away into morphine bliss.
On the right side of the building children played with old ratty soccer balls some barley keeping a circular shape, laughing, crying, sleeping away into mothers arms.
In the center the people lived lives, working the small wheels of this factory home, sweating, crying, sleeping away into fatigue dreams.
In the dreams they wished their elders a simple peace.
In the dreams they wished their children a better life.
In the dreams they wished for the next day.
Outside the factory home nature was slowly returning, the young deer mother leading their children into the field, sensing, alert and sleeping away the daytime hours.
Inside the river a few clicks west the fish had begun to swim again, fighting against the current and the pollution.
The sun went up, the sun went down, circling, heating, sleeping away into the moonlight.
Circling, over and over again.