as Poe's Ravenopposed to the cravingcraven is to deny your darknesswhere in timid fair, outways your bleak tis a midnight warning to all cowardsbeware of the callingit will exact chaos on your calm Your mild-mannered ways will turn to dustand a...

I was free for a minute -- not all of me but enough that I could finally breathe   i took it all in, too -- swallowed all of it at once, fearful of the inevitable loss, and held it warm against my old manbones as long as I could, my soul dancing like a feather in the wind