The day after, one briefly toys with just chucking it all and letting the bones break and take everything with them, but instead one agrees to try one last something that will sicken and reduce even more. There is no hiding as the macrocosm conspires to present tangible evidence of things falling apart.

Yes, so not hiding. In the open, waiting for denouement, watching the skies, Ear cocked to the moon. 

Exercise is good for you; your color is good; you look good; everything good? all good?

The meds keep multiplying and the benefits keep diminishing — just like pharma planned — and we go again next time, new poison, fewer expectations dripping through the veins.

Not hiding, waiting to be inflamed.