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Treatment Days
He is laid on the machine
where there is always kindness
And as it clicks and whirs
can see in rim of sight
the blinking fairy lights
On the backlit ceiling red balloons
blue green and yellow day by day
are never moving. Pop groups play
mindless but insistent out of reach
He thinks that that's OK
The machines are all alike
except in name
where there is always sympathy and help
The lighting of the lights and
beeping mean the same
But overhead today is cherry blossom
climbing high into wide blue
envaulting lovers flirting in the park
Imagined sounds give way
to call of warbler blackbird dove and lark