Two In Distressmake Sorrow Less.

Just Under The Surface I Shall Be, All Together At First, Then Separate And Drift, Through All The Earth And Perhaps In The End Through A Cliff Into The Sea, Something Of Me. A Ton Of Worms In An Acre, That Is A Wonderful Thought, A Ton Of Worms, I Believe It.

But I Know What Darkness Is, It Accumulates, Thickens, Then Suddenly Bursts And Drowns Everything.

Was I Asleep? Had I Slept?

Silence And Darkness Were All I Craved. Well, I Get A Certain Amount Of Both. They Being One.

There Is At Least This To Be Said For Mind, That It Can Dispel Mind.