Over the course of the 20th century, infant mortality rates in the US dropped from 10% down to 0.6%
i.
The country was filled with people living on stolen time, lives that were not meant to be. God had plans and humans laughed. But deep inside of each miracle baby lived a curse. They would live, but they would be haunted by the angel of death in their dreams.
ii.
The search for strength in loneliness. An entire life can be spent alone, even in the presence of others. Solitude is a cave where our ancestors and long forgotten instincts moan. Incomprehensible echoes rattle stalactites but never leave the cave walls.
iii.
I was born. No gods were involved. I flapped through childhood like a blind bat. I went from one country to another like a demon floating through a world not built for him. Glossolalia was all I heard when anyone would speak.
iv.
Define god without referencing the bible. Define humans without referencing flesh. Define poetry without referencing language. Define childhood without referencing memory.
