a short dialogue from pysch 214
 

[papers rustling]


you've got the symptoms, it seems.
graphing the numbers. it's specific indeed.
I've tallied your resting heart rate, and
tested valleys & crests of your arm shakes...
definitely sense enlargement of your bicardiac arc range.
diagnosis is a bitch, really. no quick reading.
so misleading. all, correlation with causes extant.
more patience than gauze, defeating swarmed phages,
pervasive coughing, or cramps. steamy warm hazes
for cleaning sore glands. no.
the vaccine must exist.
but as so, many victims are sadly stuck with it.
go unrecognized. live those entire lives.
drift towards a ghostly second time, less complexities.
bravo. encore. crest intensity ((fringe))
confess me your sins. syringe & a stylus, pinch,
envision a violin's bridge with a throat to be strum.
it's like the lightest note you can pluck.
so close to silence, which no one can hum-
yes, you are one. the syllables betrayed you.
the fill as they fade through. you should sing it.
I think if you sing it enough, sometime
you'll find you've forgotten the words.



oneitis case-study, 2004. Dr. Rahim M.D. All rights reserved.

You are not alpha split. It's easy to see through a brief analysis.