Day four in th’ series, and hopefully its last where
final results either change rules, and/or defy what
we believe commonsense; but, one and all - they
are medical practitioners where diagnoses rely on
visceral evidence reproduced by machines which
don’t interpolate anthropomorphic ‘symptoms’ in
place of what’s really there: that data’s th’ source
of ‘holiness’ considered beyond fey manipulation
So thusly; we’ve been pierced, bled & ultrasound
blasted into participles of a former self that’s now
a reasonable replicant, which doesn’t need resist
interrogation monotonously or feel a victim of the
macabre conspiracy; & while powerless in seeing
such, lets its damn consequence change hands
The verdict isn’t too far away but I suspect they’ll
say, Mate, seems this last year you aged t’ where
you’re chronologically really at; & so in that sense
it explains th’ whole scene of feeling things you’d
never encountered before. Well hip hooray, thank
heaven’s it’s that simple & not a bizarre disease…
© 30 January 2018, I. D. Carswell
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