I will stop now
and make joy
out of these days
that are left to me.
I shall feel them,
each one,
not through the
numbing stupor
of fog, but through
the clear eyes
of that distant light.
CHEMOTHERAPY
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I will stop now
and make joy
out of these days
that are left to me.
I shall feel them,
each one,
not through the
numbing stupor
of fog, but through
the clear eyes
of that distant light.