The Dream of a Man

I seem swinging on a mighty rhythm through orbit vastness, sparkling points of light sputtered and shot past me. I could scarcely catch my breath so fearously was I impelled through the heavens. The yawn thundered more frequently and more furiously. Then it seemed as though I were being dragged over rasping sands, white and hot in the sun. This gave place to a sense of intolerable anguish. When he was very near I heard him crying in vexed fashion, why in hell don't you sing out? This meant me, I thought, and then the blankness and darkness rose over me.

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