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Connections
It's like a cord of power
tethering me to this bed.
Machines whir and bleep,
tell the world not yet dead.
I am with my fathers fathers fathers
fathers sliding backwards through time
getting ever closer to the warm
primordial birth slime.
A voice from my future
makes me pause on that track,
and without conscious effort
I am climbing my way back
towards that little room
where, day after day after day
they have taken turns to watch
not quite knowing what to say.
I can see their sweet tears,
hear their warm loving cries
as for the first time in weeks
I open up my eyes,
to return once again
to my present at last
and my fathers fathers fathers
fathers return to their past.
My mind and my body
are again reunited as one
and that tether of power
has broken and is gone.
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