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Thursday, 25 September 2025

Ether and deference

Silver sky in my morning

Ball of fire through the clouds

You cast long shadows on my paper

The pencils chrome reflects into a circle


Of varying circumference and depth of field

The paper is not yet penetrated by your light

Or my words; your cloud covered stillness

Is, as someone said yesterday, of heroin


A sheet, a bed cover, a safety or a comfort

Is that so for you, as now you disappear

Drawn down, hidden by our looking

Doubtful as to your persona


Thought lost in your own possession

Of the place we cannot reach or touch