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goosebumps facing the anesthetist
in the sounds
of wheels
on the bed of steel
resounding through
hollow echoes
of quiet halls
between
I. C. U.
and
I'll see you
soon
filling the sanitized air
that hard lump in the
throat
brimming yet
vacant
strapped to the
white sheet
wired to VAD*
-yet protesting
flat in supine
glaring at surgical light
counting to nine
fighting the night
heart racing
to a state of chilled
euphoric flight
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