Hymn for 8 Minutes

it was the search for diagnosis
surgeons of the unrecognized
i admire the fallible
split by holier actions
at home in riots
i reach a blueness
that i would orphan
the storytellers for
continuous and questioning
i touch sympathy in the population
for which i bleed poisoned jelly
silently screaming at special times
of night when voice appears undressed
it is time for solutions to unity