An atrophic fold in the waist - A victim of Consumption. An entropic mind is a waste, And wasting away alone, I lie still Over the sheets, naked. The dystrophic limbs, pins and needles and numb lips, All the lonely night can be is the stave-off of sleep And the starving of self - From my eyes my spirit leaps, But tonight, time is set, and fate is set, And my face is set for spiritβs rest.