Not quite predictive but surely prognostic
Through a sleepless night
As dawn approaches the weight increases
Sun streaks the sky
The first stab, pain fully alerts consciousness
Nightmares should fade
but dream and reality seem symbiotic.
Nervous, anxious, cold, damp, pale, foggy, drowning perspiration!
Unrelenting, undeniable, nauseous, dispersing peril,
Inexorable path to extremities pounds the anvil
While looming in hyperconsciousness, doom invades sensation.
Lies beside him.
He reaches for his love and begin to be truly awake.
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