into dusty desert
under a giant sky
i see in 360
from horizon
to horizon
my surgery
antiseptic sunshine
the breezes
suture and stitch
the hopes sterilize
seal myself for healing
extirpate the bits
you infected
with devastating doubt
cut them out
evaporate
like sorrow in the sun
as after the removal
of an appendix unneeded
i go on
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