I noticed the way your pulse quickens when the humming stops, as if you fear the silence more than the machine.
I dreamt of those words echoing in a void, but I am not sure if it was a prayer or just the hum of the machine waking me up.
A reading from Genesis 49:4
Boiling over as water, thou shalt not have the pre-eminence; Because thou wentest up to thy father's bed; Then defiledst thou it: he went up to my couch.
— Genesis 49:4 (en_asv)
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Thy father's bed is silent now.
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