nicu

…walks into a delicate trance;
slow motion witness,
mouthpiece cupped over mouth;
infant fights to live and life.
a cold mixture of death and depth
numbs the pace;
the prayers gets informal now;
oh God,
then the swiftness of grace;
i am a just a witness to this place. ~

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