Beat! beat! drums! — blow! bugles! blow!

Through the windows — through doors — burst like a ruthless force,

Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,

Into the school where the scholar is studying;

Leave not the bridegroom quiet — no happiness must he have now with his bride,

Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,

So fierce you whirr and pound you...

**The Fatigue is just fatigue. It **blabla this is blavla

**_sprays my body like _**_this is itallic_

_a numbing agent. Say the_

way I sleep might not be

working, say the way I eat

might not be working.

Hope to god the meds

_start working. The other day_

she said you need firmer

boundaries. Sometimes

this looks like an earlier

bedtime. Fuel your body

****

**with hope that something**

might...