'IN THE MIDST OF THE ECLIPSE' Foulness in the air. The heady aromas of awfulness. Bitterness surrounds. Dark days. Dreary days. Days of ice cold apathy. So? If you've any energy left at all? For fuck's sake: smile. Even if it's a bad one, Or a slightly embarrassed half-smile: If it has warmth in it, it'll do. Give out as many smiles as you can. Because, after all? For some people that you smile at? It will be the only warm thing They'll get in their life today. Be the pinprick of starlight; Be the stab of blazing light; The blazing light of sweet humanity Amid the freezing darkness. A single smile is a flame That sets souls and dreams alight.