blackout

In this ¦¦¦¦¦¦ where each breath we ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ leads to
a new sorrow, it is better never to breathe an instant
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ a cup of ¦¦¦¦ in hand. When the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ of
Aurora makes itself felt, arise and, ¦¦¦¦ after time, empty
the cup, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ I have told ¦¦¦¦ this Dawn will breathe
for long, ¦¦¦¦ years when we no longer ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦


(Blackout of In this world, where each breath we breathe leads to by Omar Khayyam)