The Rose And Crown
That's sometimes all you can do.
Breathe deep breaths, plunge
Under the sea of cold air,
Making the cold-dark warm;
Just keep breathing.
When I heard the beeping noise.
When I heard the mechanical breathing.
I heard, and stopped, and felt for firmness;
Sought stars wheeling in the firmament.
The hiss on the T.V. The white noise;
I was still seven spheres-out;
I was Saturnine; staring at the fix'd stars.
That is all I ever think I wanted,
Something firm, something I could hold with my hands.
It was at this point, the ...