What is this sickness I feel in me?
Something the docs nor science can see,
Not in terms genetically,
Nor of biochemistry.

Is my ailment even physical?
A result of my biology,
Or is it deeper, deeper still,
Free of aid from any pill?

Does it bleach down through my heart,
Into my soul where my being starts?
My spirit tainted as by poison dart,
Deep within of waters un-chart.

The cure is of spirit, not just inside the mind,
Not of the exterior, the physical, the rind.
Could communing in the sublime and hope
Be the answer, the antidote?