Deathwatch - May 29, 2000

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slowly counting
the days that I live
the ways that I died.

For every year of existence
I have lived but half a day
and those are far and long apart.

Stolen moments
in a year of emptiness
I awaken only
to realize
that it has passed.

And the return to
somnolence has begun,
as the cloack descends
unfeelingness
and distance
swirl
sheltering the memories
from sunlight.

- title by TC