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As Earth turns with Jupiter waiting away from the sun toward a cold clarity of stars. -"Earth Chooses Indian Summer" by David Hillen ----- You lie there in the clean polyester cot that smells of disinfectant Papery skin stretched and wrinkled over twisting blue veins as Earth turns One minute or one hour will pass it's a game of chance we play with the fates with Jupiter waiting You lie there in the white shroud of the hospital bed that smells of longing and days past you draw a breath that doesn't return to your mouth choosing to travel back into the aether away from the sun toward a cold clarity of stars.