"Personal Medicine"
The afternoon is calling.
It cares nothing of yesterday's plunging pain;
it no longer exists.
Triumph beats in the future;
victory waits in the present;
the past is history, a memory.
Can you call me closer?
Can I act on my own behalf?
Can i just be.
Forget.
Gather every ounce of strength you can imagine.
Place it on the table now.
In front of you rest your head.
Rest your head child and you will live well.
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