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Goldberg's variations had permitted sleepAnd the turning in my stomach had awakened meThe dim blue light through my windowHad all but calmed meI would stay up late into the nightUntil the sun had warmed the EarthGripping at patterns of the morningFighting the sequences before my eyesThe sun rises and my panic beginsI've spent all night sick to my stomachAs if imagination were a diseaseI'm tired, and I hope the sun burns us allThe Night wascomplex andI could notbreak free it's secretsI wake withthe sun andI'm ill withthe sun
