by John Grey With great paincomes even greater drugs,the false feeling of serenity,nerves comatose,chest like a tomb,heart stiff and unquestioning,head not knowingwhether it’s yesterday or tomorrow.It’s not healing,merely internal misdirection,a conjurer’s trick in a syringe –just ask your legsif you can find them.This is your timeof being nothing morethan a lead-weight,no feeling, no memory,a once…