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The tangle of tubes that’s kept Chrissie alive / for the past seven days, now scares her to death

All through a long, lonely, longing night’s vigil / Jo is engulfed by a darkening ocean / of grief, guilt and shame, swept / out on a rip tide of rising despair

Rise and fall/  And rise.    And fall/  Now slave to a rhythm/beyond her control/  Arms stretched wide/  in trusting surrender,/Chrissie waits…

Arms raised, face masked/Jo scrubs, gloves and gowns. Tries to prepare:/a sorcerer’s apprentice invoking powerful forces,/his body becoming, increasingly tense