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Let the anaesthetic kick in

Just enough to know what’s happening

It’s measured drip feeding my veins

As loving murmurs dull the dumbing pain

One drip for memory

Two drips for posterity

Three drips I see a light

Four drips I’m taking flight

To no man’s land and this derelict aisle 

This in-between so I might try for a while

To regain my composure

From the exposure 

Of missing you