Hanging In There
I see you, if I see you at all
Time moves slower now
And it matters not if I see things inverted
The boundary of skin senses still
A feeling you are one with air and light
But the cells inside have a life of their own
Programmed guardians to protect
Do battle for life and limb
Constant wars I can scarce imagine
But wonder if they fight for love
White coats waft down cold corridors
Invisibly stained cells with questions
That burn day and night, obsessed
I’m pillow banked and stiff
The drip dulls pain
While I’m held suspended between life and magnetic death
I succumb instead to sleep
And everyone is thankful
While nothing Lacks ...
Love surrounds in still vibrant silence
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