dawn

And the ward is a factory of repair, to repair a man.

To send him out with that grin welded into his face..

To fit right into a neighborhood that they’re just now trenching the water pipes for.

Broken.

Either from birth or through relentless beating,

Machines that don’t work..

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I might listen to this one ,more than once.

The whole game condensed into a story about a mental hospital.

I assume everyone would want to be McMurphy.. talk like him, carry that swagger…

But not me.

I’m the chief.

Quiet .

For the long haul.

Chief..