Damn the quiet sickness
that you keep as secret luck,
but some remnant of peace
has granted me with much less muck.
Unlike the flames that burn
this is a natural sort of light:
a softer air of peace
to beathe can kill away the night.
An air, so bare won't promise
paradise with a coin
but care so there
won't be anything destroyed.
you can breath now.
You had early morning sickness,
but wait 'til noon comes around