where health care can't save you

health care can't save your soul.

the doctor says sentimental things on the back of
obstinate timetables.

you can die in a way that no one will be sad or miss you.

i'm so sad though!

you can die in the health care system and not even
think about your soul during your last 3 weeks.

the doctor spent 3 weeks sad enough to remember obstinate timetables don't repair movement to the human condition.

that was the end of the doctor's life, no one will miss you,
and i'm so sad i can't philosophize the presence of a soul.

health care doctors exude harmonies you can't. my doctor harmoniously
diagnosed me with suffering. i am suffering from a certain type of oil.

i read and read and i just don't get it.
in all of the 3 weeks i wasn't trying to get on top of it.
we all need obstinate timetables for reading. they will
push you down into the pocket from the outside.
you will be in the inside point of the pocket
and still feel busy.
if you can still feel busy without an obstinate timetable,
then you are surviving without health care.

millions of people go through the system. you have to think,
'i'll only know if i try it for myself'.

he said, '---- everything.' his lively motion exudes a mumbled comment.

the black fencing of the city parks coalesce the gloom
between health care and time.

she redigests most of the readings.
only the dangling spiral staircase that doesn't reach the floor, the city park fences, a gloom, and a questionable health care system are lively and moving.