just a nrvous sort of
queasinss and a worry
well thumbd-over in
a dream or memory of
a night in chill octobr
where th ghosts of th
past let you know its
far from over where th
future spirits tasked
show you how its really
over, and th present’s
mad mask draws
intolerably closer,
and th present's
mad mask draws
intolerably closer.