40.
So soon we will no longer sleep through storms:
what we would keep, we'll have to keep through storms.

But now it seems like just another weather.
The summer boils. Later we creep through storms.

Causality and magic alike defeat us.
Our destiny lies deep, deep through storms.

A thousand soft derangements stalk the night
and all the ways of harming seep through storms.

This poet knows as one lone ant might know,
bereft of its hill, who must not weep, through storms.