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No, now I wish the sunshine would stop, / and the white shining houses, and the gay red / flowers on the balconies / and the bluish mountains beyond, would be crushed / out / between two valves of darkness; / the darkness falling, the darkness rising, with / muffled sound / obliterating everything.
I wish that whatever props up the walls of light / would fall, and darkness would come hurling / heavily down, / and it would be thick black dark for ever. / Not sleep, which is grey with dreams, / nor death, which quivers with birth, / but heavy, sealing darkness, silence, all immovable.
What is sleep? / It goes over me, like a shadow over a hill, / but it does not alter me, nor help me. / And death would ache still, I am sure; / it would be lambent, uneasy. / I wish it would be completely dark everywhere, / inside me, and out, heavily dark / utterly.
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