Thursday, 31 January 2013


This moment
It’s all silent
But for the wind coming in
And I’m looking back over the bed top
And opening the window just a little bit
And the chimney stack is in silhouette and

The moon bulb
A half face
A two-thirds without clear end
Is glowing brighter than I can see
And there’s nothing else
Except for the blue night
And the ring of brightness on the window pane
Where spots of muck can be seen in white brilliance
And it’s all still and nighty nighty

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