hospital blue cotton suit,

feeling ready for this,

table lain

resting arms head in clamp

mask screwed over

field of vision diminished,

at your request music playing

to drown out whatever,

automated table draws you in,

it starts with

magnetic thrum

waves of sound

that offer no comfort,

gets louder and louder,

expecting a rip in time

so the brain they are photographing

can see and be part of

the history that creates our soul,

abstract thoughts show as synaptic

fire,

ghost shadows of words

not spoken or written,

time almost at a standstill

louder it gets,

in this tube white walled

a medical torpedo

to be discharged,

behind a screen

they where looking and seeing

not a face and flesh

but it’s transparency

bone and internal softness

compacted to fit,

it is done

once done glad of silence,

you wait these days for a sign

and sat with doctor it comes

age travels to different parts

progressive but relentless

and now that brain

so visual in it’s ways

is showing early signs

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Comments
  1. Mary says:

    Powerful, eerie. I have never experienced this, hope not to!

  2. brian miller says:

    ugh…first it would be hard to ride that tube i imagine…i am not usually claustropobic but….would be interesting to see the brain….the early sign though scare me a bit even more and what they allude to…

    went in and added your link…smiles.

  3. ajwalker65 says:

    Really enjoyed this poem, especially how you wove the medical with a hint of the spiritual.

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