In the ICU

In my mist are vague contours
Of people and shrouds of them
Walking towards me and away
Like wind that wanders in mist
Or a rain that comes in walking

On the road ,as gusts of a wind
As people and daughters about,
People and mine from a womb,
And white robed figures in long
Tails hanging from their necks.

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