Midsummer

Summer heat and the death of dreamwalking - June '25

Summer visits England like a fever dream to dying men.

In heat's haze, or damp's malaise,

A warmth came furtive creep;

A blaze of sun mid-season spun,

Gave fettered death to sleep.

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I cannot think as others do,

I lay cold when I die;

Yet it is not in sleep I rest,

It is in sleep I fly.

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So close these eyes and wake up quick,

For cooler months are near;

In sweatful fits I dream of nights,

Where close may Death walk near.

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