So lapsing lie in scanner’s night
Awash with clunk and thud
Anticipating spacious light
Like birth but with less blood
And though my head is coil-caged
My body bound in sheets
Lost mind cares not for place, nor age
Nor taunting will to sleep
Instead it rushes through the dark
Defaulting like a bitch
Before from intercom comes bark
“Repeat till he ceases to twitch!”
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