#memento_mori · memory

R.E.M.

Discomfited by thoughts both cruel

And urgent, ever aware that mortality

Runs through our veins, darkly, ever on

Edge, our cares not quietened by the deep

Still, instead we struggle in dreams, as if that

Beating heart might fail us, leave us stranded

Under a flickering neon sign, night time should

Be peaceful and sleepy, but our bodies a jangle

Of nerves, tangled like last year’s Christmas lights

Pulsating as if we had plugged them in, nerves

Muscles, blood racing to and fro a heart that is

Worried and worrying, aware and alert, eager

To thwart the end we foresee and ultimately dreadb462c-thend

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