existential,
self-aware,
timor mortis conturbat me,
each clouded sky
a one-time thing,
never to be seen again,
timor mortis conturbat me,
the dignity of space, of room,
a clean horizon's peace,
the moon,
timor mortis conturbat me,
the truth, the truth writ lovingly,
you love, they love,
the he, the she,
timor mortis conturbat me.
—lines 4, 8, 12, 16 - fear of death confounds me, a repetitive Latinate line
from "Lament for the Makers," William Dunbar, c. 1505
