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The smells of hospitals in 
December 
can almost taste the anesthesia 
faint remnants of uncertainty 
  
expecting outcomes so trivial 
from the outside in 
passing sleepless strangers in the corridors 
thinking to oneself, 
  
if they are worse off than the present situation 
you find yourself in. 
Praying they are, 
Just to be at ease for this moment. 
  
it's in these places that one finds them self in 
the omnipresence of Bane. 
  
that, for the first time in their fruitless 
existence, they feel God putting his hand on their shoulders, and only feeling the weight. 
  
attempting to find that comfortable spot 
at which one can sit for hours is Futile. 
and any thought of a clean slate is cast from the mind. 
  
Telling oneself, the back and forth banter with conscience, that 
everything 
is 
fine. 
  
when all, we as humans, have to do is to accept the inevitable. 
understand that the intangible is now tangible 
and takes place for a reason. 
  
our curse 
our dilemma 
carrying the weight on our lobes until the latter part of our life, the part where 
we close our eyes and 
  
pray for the first time, 
pray with utter belief 
pray for our soul 
pray for someone other than ourselves 
pray for the truly needy. 
  
to be selfless and communicate with whomever you believe to be your 
ANCIENT OF DAYS. 
  
Pray for rain to wash over, 
 pray for mankind's fleeting attempts. 
  
  
  
I find that the walk outside, for the first time, is the hardest. 
  
Fresh Air 
Air, that you think is something taken for granted. 
Contemplating the whole way down the man made conveyor 
saying to oneself, 
  
What if 
What if it happens now 
what if it occurs while i am taking in life outside these walls. 
  
Wondering if all things die alone. 
regardless of surroundings. 
  
That an earthly death is lonely, 
that, the last breath is that of the soul finally, finally escaping this carcass-prison 
to return home as he came, alone. 
  
That we are gathered around a Locusts shell that once 
held us in great esteem. 
Mulling over death, mulling over ones life, 
that has been dying since earth beckoned their arrival. 
  
and truly, when this instance, this moment is soaked up 
by the brain 
as water to a sponge, 
we can truly begin to live our lives. 
  
By knowing that death 
Death is the only 
thing we know to be impartial. 
  
accepting that, is to improve the quality of life. 
to embrace what we are, 
what we were meant to be.
Immortal.
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