" I am to be cured, now that summer is finished
Harvested of my sickness, re-arranged for winter.
Seven devils are not easily banished
Nor the knot of blindness loosened by a quick knife.
Outside, ignored, the July evenings saunter,
I have turned back to my room, waiting for my life,
Trying to recollect how the white drug fell
Clogging my veins in an avalanche of sleep

- Life Story "

― , The Survivors