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To a door between sleep and death I hold the key.Like soiled clothes before a bath you'll shed your pain,Stripped to a cotton gown and tagged with your ID,Which, while you can, I ask you to repeat to me."This will relax you," I say as needle enters vein.To a door between sleep and death I hold the key.Those words you'll keep. What you hear and seeNext will disappear like water down a drain.Stripped to a cotton gown and tagged with your ID.That's what we want, to deaden all your facultyOf knowing—isolate the body from the brain.To a door between sleep and death I hold the key.But the threshold's narrow, and inadvertentlySometimes a paralyzed awareness will remain,Stripped to a cotton gown and tagged with your ID.From far away you witness the body's agony,Spared from sharing it, released from sense's chain.To a door between sleep and death I offer you the key,Stripped to a cotton gown and tagged with your ID.
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www.synapsesocial.com/papers/68e7045db6db64358767e629 — DOI: https://doi.org/10.1097/aln.0000000000004923
Carol S. Hart
Anesthesiology
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