in a dark room, still
too early for the sun
pushing out a fever
in a clammy-hot sweat
am I in it or past
I knew it was coming
no chills yet
just the sludgy-haze
of breathing shallow
clear but deeply crackling
craving Avgolemono
setting my headspace to right
ready to rule as-is always
what got me through
worser things than this
things near broke me
things that did determined
this will not - up n’ at ‘em
Little Caprica - get ‘er done
