Sickness I would not wish upon anyone,
in health, I do not notice my wellbeing,
carefree, I feel the right to enjoy my health,
kiss the world goodbye, this anguish is rotten,
needless suffering, necessarily hard,
endure, the need, the desire to endure pain,
sickness makes me lack strength,
weak as a small boy,
stupid, without reason, the stars align, death.
I do not want to die but I cannot live
wandering the earth, searching for a potion,
only there is no cure for life, this sickness
understood lasts but a moment,
just two days,
left on my own, I figure out a way out,
distinct in design, I find the labyrinth,
no minotaur, no monsters, no hopelessness,
on my island, the light shines brightly for all,
the darkness as an uncovered metaphor
winds its way around shadows,
brilliance so bright
islands cannot hide an underground palace,
simple yet convoluted, its design plan
harbors a harbor within a hidden cave,
underneath the sea, light refracts the surface,
press down,
the pressure becomes atmospheric,
only the light bends in water, the waves break
noticeably strange above the hidden cave,
awakening to the mythical structures
normally unseen, invisible to mind,
yet, forming the structure of the mind itself,
once delivered of sickness, I encounter
nothing but light, the speed, neither slow,
nor fast,
everything appears still, quiet, full of light.
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