Big buildings built from heavy stones
raised high towards the sky
prove life as much as any bird
that flapping flutters by
doomed to crumble or to die
After an attempt to confront the morning I have now taken to my bed today as invading viruses assault my cells and my immune system arises in defence to rescue my own existence, for a little while longer, as it probably will. I am not at all depressed about this. I am strangely content, just letting the battle rage inside me, even as I can feel my pulse pounding at around 100 beats per minute through my fevered head. All this insistent effort, just to rescue my meandering mind. A battle of pointlessness against pointlessness... virus against me. Will I be better tomorrow? We shall see. And in that photograph, a little glimpse of almost blue from yesterday in grey Dundee. And should I tell biology that I have had my children? My work for it is done? It won't listen, I expect, for a few more spins around the sun.