It is surely a retro thing to begin with
First in the nether of  body and  later
In  the text,  a withdrawal , an absence
That flowed down from failure at top.
As liquid tubes crawl freely all around
It is nice to feel brown and retro about it. 

Being here in the ICU is a warm feeling
A getting back to your mother's womb
A regression to the emerald ocean-bed
Where all seemed well that began well,
As a tailed tadpole with no accountability
For the damned world that was going on
Behind your back where men walked
As if they had it on their weighty backs,
A vintage  feel born of ancient wisdom.

(I.C.U .is the Intensive Critical Unit of a hospital where critical patients are kept under observation)

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