Break every link with air and mist, Seal every open vent; Make throat as tight as miser’s fist, Keep life within you pent. Breathe out, breathe in, no more, no more, For breathing’s for the meek; And when in deathly space we soar, Be careful not to speak. If you with grief or joy are rapt, Just signal with a tear; To soul and heart within you trapped Add speech and atmosphere. Every man’s an island as in lifeless space we roam. Yes, every man’s an island: island fortress, island home.
