The hospital music is accelerating
With all the red and green compromises
In sickbed medicine ...
I am here ... !
To have my thoughts cut ... stimulated
I am no-longer here ... !
An un bricked string of dark symphonies
Cliches and edges of unbroken trumpets
Signifying the seconde movement
The victory over the start ... and vanished
White lines - black pipelines and grit
Surrealism dressed in shark-skin dreams
Consciousness divided on the operating
Tables and unimaginable magic of the
Doctor's gun ... no longer entertaining
The bottles of empty degradation ...
With vintage simian tools ... doctors
Are the arrowheads of perhaps ... God
And the lights on the beep-machines ... Saints
End
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