poem written based upon this image-for online poetry class
the operating room waits in a pale hush metal holding its shimmer like a vow shadows gathering themselves into still corners the air hums with low mechanical dreaming soft pulses threading through the silence as if the room keeps time for the living gloved hands move with practiced, quiet grace shaping unseen pathways in the air preparing the body’s hidden journey the lights rise into a slow white blossoming illuminating the table like a threshold where flesh and hope lean toward each other anesthesia drifts like a pale unfolding tide smoothing the edges of awareness carrying the patient into gentle depth monitors whisper the first faint awakenings life stirring back through muted circuits as the room releases its long-held breath
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