[[ This started while reading Ryszard Kapuściński, The Shadow of the Sun, where he describes the anxiety that comes with malaria. And wordplay: malaria as 'bad air' and even 'bad song'. ]]
a feeling of anxiety
I know no reason
I believe a curse
has come upon me
I believe a spirit
has entered me
I am fixed to earth
light is unbearable
the sound and smell
the touch of others
I am cold as death
and trembling
hold me down with
all your weight
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