First, do no harm, but to harm not I must first see / With swift breath, I begin. / You, silent teacher, my new textbook
My mind wakes up in the morning / Sweating with facts / Preparing / For the archeological dig.
And whenever I see you smile / There are significant changes in my cardiology, / I love you
Felt like war, those early years, / We fought a fight for all those years.
Is it just me? / Or does it seem / that my pride / will not let me be
I first met you at age 13. / You hid behind a / camouflage of naivety.
My balance beam within the clouds / Seems lost amongst the starry night / As dreams and thoughts blur vision to / The reality of my true plight.
I’ve heard this before, / This insidious pain you describe, / That grinds and gnaws / Diffusely below the stomach
Where the consciousness floats into the medicine / Where the sacred meets the metal / Where the steel cuts the energy field
We were called out. From the darkness, we came. Like a deer in the black morning, we arose in that witching hour before the sun obliterates the fog to begin our walk on that narrow path.
I approach the translucent window, / a milky opacity locking tight its hinges. / Vainly I press forward, reaching / for the soft sill on which to rest my hand.
We wield the privilege of the scalpel, / Slice skin, / Cauterize the cutaneous, / Disrobe the depths of disease.