End Notes
Panic
Acute inflammation of the mind,
sickness of poisonous neurotransmitters and bad humors.
Imminent dissection of the soul,
dreaded instantaneous purgatory overflowing time and space.
There is no escape
from the ancestral sin unknown.
Doomed, hopeless, twisted rollercoaster of tachycardia and asphyxia,
carrying the inevitable pain of conscious existence.
Orff is playing Carmina Burana incessantly,
tranquility has been wounded fatally.
The prayer was not heard for God is dead.
Eternal minutes of misery, pasteurized suffering, why?
At last, a gymnopedie of tears consoles somehow,
Satie begins to play
and sanity returns, for now.
Hector Michelena is a cardiologist at Mayo Clinic.