music soothes the savage beast
but can it cure the sordid soul?
the notes are electric, pulsing, raw
clawing through flesh, bone, tissue
miraculous melody, salacious song
carving the rot that swells by day
if the mind and soul are truly one
our greatest feats mere buzzing synapse
is there truly any god greater than song?
Monday, December 13, 2010
Anika - Chapter Five
Index:
Chapter Five
“A” is for “Adrenal
Gland”;
“B” is for “Basal
Ganglia”
Today
New York City -- Winter
“HOW IS HE?”
“Good, all things considering. The nurse stopped him before he… before anything too serious could happen.”
Raiku blinked, bright light streaming across his face as a nurse fiddled with the blinds—who? He knew her from… when? His last visit. Yes, that was right. Ma… Matha… Mathania, was her name, right? A Haitian immigrant. Yes. He remembered her from his last visit, when he broke his arm. She was a kind woman, but right now, she was searing his eyes.
He tried to reach for his face, but his hand was stuck.
Stuck?
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