Recovery is a curious thing
Not so much a covering again
As a baring to sight and light
And the resulting disinfection that strong sunshine offers
The airing out that opening to the wind and sky permits
Blowing away long-collected stinks that gather
Where things have been allowed to fester and turn putrid
It is not a fogging over again
Or the laying on of another shroud
But a removal of them
That a person no longer stumble about
Seeing danger late if at all
Not knowing whither it is they are bound
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