there is no telling rash
the fever reversed measures zero
no red hot joint of angry suffering is offered up as evidence in a trial trumping all other gory exhibits
no rapid thready pulse to herald death nor any relative of suffering in plain sight to pique the interest of any physician
as invisible an enigma as a phantom dancing wildly in the brain armed with a gleaming scimitar whirling as a dervish spins
electrocuting and slashing every random circuit like an out of control skyworks exploding rains bright on the retinae of men
then snuffs out leaving smoke entrailed against the evening blackness of blind globes
the cortex once so clever is now a dunce in darkness like a hapless speechless fool locked in a box
stretched out on the rack of a consciencious torturer supervising hell
by means of paradox the morning light is dense as the black thoughts that flicker when the sun rotates skywards directed by the iron will of a mechanical device beyond control
then as the sun creeps higher every evil djinn is scattered like fleeting balls of mercury all different sizes scramble coalesce then conspire to vanish
where was that nightmare now ?
as inexplicable as memories are long
it will come back as if the sun was not the captain of its fate but governed by some dark malevolent moon plotting the incineration of every star and every point of light leaving only smoke their last testament at interment
their wills written in vanishing ink the work of fake attorneys
in the morning he wakes a prisoner on a solitary island yet inexplicably freed at noon each day as if a wise judge dismisses his charges as being merely contingent on the uncorroborrated evidence of the human condition itself
he sets sails on a perfect blue ocean a mild zephyr his lodestar
his mind Prometheus unbound
this illness is the Emperor of the maladies of the mind
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