Sol 5.6

  1. I spent the night in torment, tasting no slumber,

    kept awake, one part of me striking another.

  2. The gnats tore at me, biting my skin,

    ravenously nipping as they swooped down,

  3. like sparks from struck flint when they scatter.

    They persist in provoking you until you are appeased.

Sol 5.6