they cut open
your eye
to put a new lens in,
vacuum out the web
that's grown.
your head is strapped
down
so that you don't move
an inch.
you are surrounded
by masked men
and women in green.
music is playing.
you haven't eaten or drank
anything for what
seems like days,
twelve hours.
a needle is in your hand.
you're drowsy
weak as a kitten.
it's a psychedelic
trip as the lights flash
bright in colors.
in no time though,
you can see
the leaves on the tree
once again, find dimes
lying in the street.
brush lint
of her shoulder.
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