Antagonize

Operable, the hospitals need less renovation, the old
Yank, a pull of the chain, not a leg or a leg in a boot, but
Exhaustion carrying a body to its bravest limits yet safe.
Nonconformity calls all errors devices, hailing science.

Long-suffering becomes a truth of the greater work, to
Exhume the old language, a dusty book, a faulty note;
Confluence, the two rivers meet, the air became a river,
Honing again the honey the bees would to make sense,
Overcompensating for this circle of life, the phases of
Monolingual dearth brought about by balance, her
Excerpts packed away in an old box, moth eaten; it’s a
Montage to end all discomfort, or to add to it tether.