the night moves: Chemo Poetry

the night moves
in endless liquid
in pools of sweat
and suppressed vomit

and repressed dreams
and not quite forgotten
and lucky escapes
and disastrous
and miraculous

and death
knocking at my door
and love waiting
at my back

and never ending
of sublime beauty
that take
my breath away
and take up
too much space
in my fevered brow

the night moves
and never stops
with harsh breaths
and soft
almost silent

and dream
after dream
after dream
in cold sweat

and living
more living

11 May 2018

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