Peering through the palable night <br />Darkness presses it's thick <br />warm blankness upon me <br />Moonless and moist as black velvet. <br />Poisonous air about us- <br />a sudden chill <br />as flat as glass <br />with the mental chill of sudden death.<br /><br />Nicholas McDonough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/humid-taste-oct-4th-2003/
