After he died and was thoroughly vetted
He was promoted to an intern position
In the great hall of hereditary records
A thriving beehive of a place
Moving at the speed of light
For the first several months
He could only follow at a distance
The great physicians on their rounds
As they stitched new lineages
Of brains and hearts together
How they would pause sometimes
Like careful jewelers and go back
Inserting a diamond here and there
Often at the most unlikely places
But eventually he'd age out
And be given a quiet room
Where he could harvest
All he'd learned of joy and pain
And how a body might be born
And sign the scrip of his return
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