When under ether the view is omniscient and none of the doctor is cut
from me by his wheeling curtain. He stands like a long white numeral.
When under ether there is a sink. Scissors. An eye pushed in my skull.
I am fed a mixture like pudding, too. An orderly calls some kidney Hot.
I recollect a mountain above the dash. The clouds were stone-set, fought,
sinking, & under ether our mother was burnt. I remember a mountain is all.
first published in HVTN V2.2