Sunday, 7 June 2020

Back to naught

(Silvia, Hanging Bank, 16th of April, 2020)

We are in a world of walls
Captives
Practicing a new skill
How to move
Whilst standing still
It’s quiet
The day blinks with one tired eye
And kites circle 
Over unclaimed valleys 
Beyond the Black Mixen 
Weathered signs point to somewhere 
That feels like nowhere
I walk and walk
And dream of you
My half-forgotten path
Fading neural pattern
Loss is a gentle drying-out of the heart 
A brittle touch of aged moss
Every night the world fades black
Every morning the world goes back to naught

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