Things are quiet for me when it's raining
Cat's and dogs, when there are no people about.
I don't mind the cold as much as I might.
He has something to say, but is deigning
To reply; and when the night has won us
Over, a kind of thick and deathly calm
Pervades the senses. I forget I am
Flesh, I forget to breath. I encompass
Every ache your aging bones ever felt
I feel the slow death like a blanket
Over your head, trembling for fear, a banquet
Of stars beckoning you to oblivion.
Sickness is a vacuum above your head;
Beneath, lie all the lucky future dead.
~Tam~
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