the aurora borealis for myself
to put my hands in the wounds
so to speak and feel some natural
jolt of ECT lifting memory from
my shoulders for a while
and pushing out the sadness
perception accumulates so
I could see the true glory
behind the world dancing
with itself but I got lost
in one of those bars in one
of those snow-bound northern
towns and woke still sober
here in my desert home
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