"My mind is a starry void,

Where demons guide my ways;

My idea is a dying flame,

I sing to the dim sun a song,

But in sleep my thoughts die away,

And in dreamless sleep am I.

Breathe this air the sinners and angels.

It is there, or it is there not.

Breathe this air this sinful air;

Call on the song of the never-dead.

Do the demons speak and chant

With one accord?

No, it is a chorus that is always singing."

-T.K. 2019YE

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