deep hibernation
breath freezes outside blanket
slow rhythmic breathing
wondering whether
cup of tea will make itself
stare into darkness
deep hibernation
breath freezes outside blanket
slow rhythmic breathing
wondering whether
cup of tea will make itself
stare into darkness
Petrol runs dry,
Country grinds quickly to a desperate halt,
Troops out.
The thin veil of civilisation,
Grab, rip, tear, anarchy exposed.
Dull, jaw ache distracts
Tongue probes,a finger picks
Trapped morsels imagined
wild night of fearful darkness
leaves chased freely by the wind
a tree falls
the deep twilight
stillness before the night
millennium of silence
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