Rare disease

So many specialists, not one genius will own it.

But they will add their little bit, do damage add a poison. Just enough to give the next one something to fix.

They then try to remedy the ailment, add an adjunct that does damage or is itself contraindicated, then when challenged, dismiss the evidence and are free from responsibility or culpability.

Then usher in the next.

Doctors.

swear to do no harm.

Each one.

Then

Each...
Wash their hands and relinquish responsibility, and walk away like Pontius Pilate.

Where will it end?

To tired to battle each front.
To ill to work it all out myself.
To scared to trust the next genius.
To ill not too.

God help me.

But the last doctor declared me nihilistic.

So
I am a drift.
Awash.
Marooned.

Lying prostrate.
Them -Lying red-faced.
Lying.

Waiting.
Wishing
Without
Hoping.

Hoping is
Investment.

Investment.
Evades
Resilience.

Life is not a marathon.
Anyone with 6 hours to spare
Can do a marathon.
I know this well.
Life requires some things undefinable.
Sometimes it is not clear.
Cut.