A surreal collage featuring anatomical lungs with three blue eyes and a skull arranged along the center. Around the lungs are cut-outs of dandelions, dark berries, leaves, and orange-and-black butterflies. Behind them is a monochrome medieval-style illustration of a woman and a skeletal figure, set against a mottled purple background.

Sine Qua Non

Everything, while not exactly normal—

or anywhere near what anyone

would consider normal—

is in expert hands.

All systems, primarily the pulmonary,

which at present takes precedence over

the cardiac and cerebral, due to the

imperative of oxygenation,

are being monitored.

The expectoration of foreign matter,

most notably vomitus,

from the lungs,

and the loss of efficiency

of oxygen uptake,

are the main foci.

Dignity is important

but secondary.

An O is just an O but,

when twinned,

it became everything:

a circle, outside of which,

loured the breathing machine behind

the bed, and behind that,

death.

Here, now, it is the invisible

nucleus driving it all:

the hissing face mask, increasing

air pressure in centimetres of

water, to reverse collapse.

It is the reason the lungs

heave, why the heart

squeezes a turbulence into the arteries,

what the brain bends itself

toward, and craves

above all else,

the sine qua non of life

and thought.

I’m sorry I’m sick

I don’t know

what happened

i’m sorry i’m

sick i

dont

know what

happened


orientation: [start Here] [Project Overview]

more poems: [Basement Level Two] [The Ferry and the Tree]

A surreal collage featuring anatomical lungs with three blue eyes and a skull arranged along the center. Around the lungs are cut-outs of dandelions, dark berries, leaves, and orange-and-black butterflies. Behind them is a monochrome medieval-style illustration of a woman and a skeletal figure, set against a mottled purple background.

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