Hypnosis

"Feel your pores open to the light,"
he says
"Don't fight
relax
collapse
collapse
relax
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it's done."

...

Now I see red everywhere.
Its lights dance from window to window;
It paints the train's signs, Morse, Jarvis;
It dyes the jersey of an autistic young Beau
keeping balance beside his beloved red-haired
Stranger,
Still,
Stand Clear of Door.

and Everytime I see red
I think,
"My life is better still."

Even when I see it on her lips.
"My life is better still."

It's stained on your neck.
"My life is better still."

It's burned the back of my eyelids.
"My life is better still."

I see red.