I wait again, same clock, same time,
Fingers moving not reason nor rhyme.
As though my life so measured be,
By test & record to remedy.
How much they cut & deep the pain.
Longing resolution & crave the same.
So this will happen, that might be.
Just get me done, operate on me.
I’ll wake in confusion affirming my name,
But let it be over & not come again.
I’ll give all their honour and smile sublime.
Please let me be healthy, live this life of mine.
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