The chemo floor is laid out
In patterns meant to assure
Blue white blue blue white
Squares of a checkerboard
In this box of a building
They put lines into me
Running down straight poles
From rectangular bags
Into how many squares
Have I entered with hope
Watching white coats
Ponder slides and charts
All this to battle a world
Of the round and oblong
Spherical planets and tumors
Evading angular control
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