……….Hello? Is there anybody in there?
……….Just nod if you can hear me.
……….Is there anyone at home?
…………..Comfortably Numb
…………..Pink Floyd
He lay on his side
like a wounded animal
eyes open
toward the window,
the morphine drip
pulsing through him, the morning
light becoming
a thick sponge
soaking up his breath—
until the last
angle of sunlight
remained buoyant
in the air.
His bed a slackline
where he lay balancing,
arms folded, moving
into shadow,
could he see the dry leaved
trees through the window and how
they flushed through the snow?



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