"Just midway on the gurney of ... " a dismal
Quip as they wheel me through Flourescent gloom,
Chill sheet to keep the chill off, down abysmal
Hallways of anestehsiea to a room Where vestured tall attendants, on TV
Consoles, enhance my heart with ultrasound:
Show it as fields of light; a galazy
Grand as our own, it scintillates around,
Whirl within whirlt complying, as entranced,
In systole, diastole, all parts
Dilating, cozying back—they danced! they danced!
Less awesome than your love though, still my heart's
Single prime mover. Ces espaces ... m'effraient?
Not any more. I've been there. Know the way.
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