feeling pain that must go faint fatigue on the ropes tried to leave the door was sealed turned the knob it wouldn't yield either die or have to kill destine to break free of steal holding one against one's will to elope the capture from rapture of soul passage through the bowels of shoal feet on top of burning coal mind over matter the touch is cold then the hold subsides consumption dismissed on the comeback trail of progress a jump over the hump benign no lump no surprise activate the will to rise "a clean bill of health is much greater than material wealth" how can the art of healing not help