Ludovico Einaudi - Ora (by Bojan Stipic) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI2cQDnMYpU#ws)<br/><br/><strong>Clemenza Amichevole ~ Gilead Memorial Hospital Triage Egress ~ Once upon a time...</strong><br/><br/>The hospital, it seemed, was intent upon keeping him within its sterile confines.  The walls were pained and painted, the windows were bars of gray steel, the orderlies and nurses were guards and sentries, the doctors were wardens.  The spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch kept him vigilant as ever of the yawing spectacle that enveloped him whole.<em>The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.</em>The broad-backed constitution beamed a posterior puckered proudly and prominently figured in the hoosegow susurration.  What were they if not inmates?  What was his sentence?  How long would he await punishment?  Purgatorily-punitive procrastination.  The conclusion was as stirring as the sounds of his sibilantly slippered feet sliding along the tiled floor.  The wad of clothing tucked neatly into the crook of his arm served only to remind him of the loafers held lovingly in the other.<br/><br/>Again he found himself disoriented, absently missing the confectionery's delight, but disoriented nonetheless.  A long, serpentine corridor slithered ahead of him with a series of interconnected spinal columns.  Wending his way through the labyrinthine hallways numbed his sense of self the way each white-clad encounter numbed his sense of direction.  A hospital.  This was a place of God.  A prison.  This was a place of the Devil.  Triage, home of only the most saintly.  Triage, the river Styx.  Clem allowed himself to be surprised by how few people took an interest in him, his peculiar clothing, and his evidently aimless wanderlust.  The pep in his swishing-slipper step made the gait of his locomotion rather startling to an onlooker.  He appeared as if to float with the help of winged talaria woven tightly about his ankles.<br/><br/>As he rounded the corner, through the double-sliding glass doors, kept open by the Divine Providence of motion-sensors, Clem espied something wondrous.  A glowing white nimbus limned an angel.  She was clearly put on this earth for a reason.  There, in ambulance bay two, something remarkable transpired.  A woman looked down upon an inert form with the transcendent gaze of a Madonna to her child.  She laid her hands upon the victim.<br/><br/>Clemenza counted himself among the lucky for being in the presence of a miracle as he slowly approached with a face befuddled by wonder and innocence.