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Repeated Revivals
Deprivation Tank.
Am I able to breath.
Before I lay down inside,
tell me if I'll be coming back out.
Here is where you're forced to trust, the people who make you do the things, you don't want to do.
Windowless chamber.
Everrising water.
A part of you gives up hope,
but the other part of you still prays.
Your mind screams out but you're other voice says calm down.
And somehow there is still space to inhale.
While waiting in the dimlit cylinder.

The water floods away.
Gasping with relief.
Only to be greeted from the men with white coats, with heavy startled expressions.
You want to ask why but you'd rather not know.
This round you understand knowing isn't necessary, it's the unpredictable outcome that matters.
For that you have to wait.

The bed isn't comfortable.
It's cold and it's concerning.
Your ankles wear these black bracelets.
Wondering out loud,
is that really necessary.
Only to have to listen to the reply you knew he was going to say.
Precautions, precautions, precautions.
It'll be awhile how could anyone know what could take place.
Some of us in this room are new to this game.

I couldn't explain it well before.
I could try today.
What it's like to watch an entire world fade away.
You see there are...