I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.
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I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.
“No more do I burn.
No more for us the fluttering of wings
That whirred in the air above us.
Lo the fair dead!”
Ezra Pound | “Threnos”