These wires
These lights
They’re liars
Half lost fights
O pillow your comfort
The warmth is a pull
From my minds report
It is the errand of a fool
To rely upon beeps
Numbers and tallies
The guesses that the doctor keeps
Do not trust that plastic and metal
That these things will heal
Instead grip each petal
As you roll through life’s wheel
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