by Benjamin Miller

Created on: February 24, 2010

           From Humanity to Elsewhere

 The medic ran into the dark hoping real faces were among the shadows. Of course wants play against the odds, and the odds are strange. Still he danced right into the centre of a constantly changing space, until everything sang along- a temporary enlightenment, in light of the recent chaos. It calmed the medic’s eyes long enough for him to see the dripping gold. He was the one bleeding. The self-righteous laughed at this point. Why, if they can’t laugh at others, who can they laugh at? The wit brought a smile, and consequently bandage to the open-wound mouth on the medic’s face.

            “Is this mine?” He asked the gods, they of course were away on business with numbers. The medic recalculated his respective existence, and hummed for lack of a true word. Words seemed to block the road, when the road faced away from humanity. Not everyone wants to live in that city, and them medic found more and more he was that kind of thing. Vague so very vague was the odour around that though the medic suspected infection. A guilty infection, 100% fatal, but takes a lifetime to kill.

            That’s when the medic’s scalpel dropped and his hands were free, and raw, and naked. The dream was so dead-on he could see his hands as they truly were. In that instant he realized truth was a relative twice removed, and cried for the pun. The medic was so busy crying for the pun he missed the dew painted billboard along his now high speed way. The board read: Beware. The medic was waiting for something to happen in his story so he might change, but the antagonism of it all did not make up for the lack of motion.

            Of course bodies can only be moved of their own volition, as the medic’s new hand slapped Newton a bird of slight remorse sang off in the distance. The medic was now forfeit to a barren place of poetry. A gap between the humanity he had left and the elsewhere he was heading towards. It acted as no comfort that the righter of this middle place had no control over himself.

            It was here longing met him alongside the road. The tiniest bit of warmth swept across the saddening medic and he felt the want again. Weakness

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