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I sit here in my chair
Nothing to do but stare
Life continues I don't know why
The sun sets, the moon rules the sky
The night settles a lonely entity
A craziness there 'bouts...my insanity
Am I deranged? You should know
Sitting there absorbing my glow
You soak it up, my life's being
You're drinking and I am bleeding
You shall die, bleed no more
As your brains flow across the floor
I sit here in my chair
Nothing to do but stare
PJO 1979
This poem was actually written a few years earlier, when an unknown illness threatened Phil's Mom's life. It was part of a torrent that poured fourth when Phil's emotional floodgates opened filling a spiral notebook. The final form was set in 1979.