A part of "A birthday Present"

I know why you will not give it to me,
You are terrified.
...
I will only take it and go aside quietly.
You will not even hear me opening it, no paper crackle,
No falling ribbons, no scream at the end.

I do not think you credit me with this discretion.
...
If you only knew how the veils were killing my days.
To you they are only transparencies, clear air.

But my god, the clouds are like cotton.
Armies of them. They are carbon monoxide.

Sweetly, sweetly I breathe in,
Filling my veins with invisibles, with the million.
...
There is one thing I want today, and only you can give it to me...

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