CRIPPLED BODIES

Increasingly flat body now surrounded by slug darkness. The ominous, Roe-lights also become sharp, ominous; the heavy shipwrecked soul, plunged into melancholy, is crucified like a bow.

In the unstable molecular tunnels of veins , blood vessels, they gallop towards brutal, raw instincts in the hope of momentary survival. In the wounded heart, too, the outcast, tachycardic changes begin; first only the muscles of the main coronary arteries Twitch, Twitch, like a condemned prisoner to the touch of the executioner's hand.

Small stones effectively clog the bile duct. High fever-beating terror shakes the dying pores of my slug body.

The triumphant tension of the cells, it is feared, has long been a thing of the past. The greedy tissues are fighting each other to get more oxygen. The chest and vascular wall are pulsating irregularly, as a missed beat, the fibers are already suffering from pitch blackness.

Anatomical findings hardly show the many psychological changes that can be easily forgotten. In many cases, there is no longer any need for a tribunal or a law for the body: there is no further room for appeals! X-ray and ECG recordings, EMERIS cannot preserve a person's saturated, concise, happy-sad mood, the soft-spoken consolation of a crocodile tear. An unrealizable inner compromise for a separate peace, which – especially today-is a vital need.

Anxiety rarely gives way outside and inside: on the stripped-down uncertainty of tomorrows, finality has long been proven. Dust and ash fall upon the ashy, flaking matter of our bodies. And it may be the last to burn the mortal pericardium beating in humanity!