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rudiments of the day progress like every other
matches burning 1 by 1 so quick 
one can lose count &
if the practice is to tally up the path to death
step by step by step
(as if the physical attributes of age will not knock on the 
door daily), then by all means,
kudos---
even so, the pain grows within,
as the human disintegrates
so comes the disease
so comes the long term side-effects of 
short term, uncalculated 
risk &
the suffering can show its ugly face in little coughs
little headaches that go away with tylenol (at first),
miniscule aches, gurgling in the stomach, itching 
seemingly everywhere, hotness bridging on fever,
darkening or reddening of the skin, painful pissing,
an unkind throbbing in the genitals, general fatigue
mixed up in a cocktail of an escalation in sweating, 
diarrhea & chills that cause one to
shake like a tambourine at a brazilian folk rock 
concert.

when it comes, it hits like tyson’s uppercut
sending the innocent reeling 
trying to identify the place of inner destruction
falling to one’s knees out of necessity to 
keep the spasm at bay as best as one can &
that is when one who says that they hold beliefs in
something outside themselves
cries out---
said individuals will exclaim the names of the numerous
deities, ghosts, illusions & 
really anything else that the mind can be willed to
conjure up---
but the fit continues as
the body envelopes the storm
crashing with lightening & thunder,
waves rising & lowering,
chaos fluctuating at a rapid pace &
still,
no one comes to the aid of the individual &
the room so empty,
offers no solace.

reaching for anything that might cease the terror
reaching for something that might stop it all
ready to forsake it all or
sign up to any new ideal that would simply claim to
correct in full
what is presently 
pressing 
upon
them.
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