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to the loved patient

On the table

Do not worry.
You will later on wake up again
to a new day and a new life
beyond all worries and anxieties
with illnesses and tribulations passed
and left behind forever
to give way to just another life,
a new life better than the former one.
You will not even feel
there on the table
when they drill into your head
to carefully remove the parasites,
the growth that isn't yours nor you
but only something to get rid of,
all the rubbish of your life,
all that which you should have left far behind
long time ago, all that, which wasn't part of you,
which wasn't your life, which was not for you;
while all the rest is left for you ahead,
your pleasure and serenity,
the happiness of your remaining life,
the glowing evening of the warmest part
and maybe longest and most pleasurable part
of your most precious life,
which simply just is bound to be
more precious now the longer you remain with us
for every day more priceless and invaluably rich and worthy.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai