 At night I dwell in spacious places
Roaming sleepless through capacious valleys, Cavernous office complexes, hollow caves, building sites, wind howling through my head, Floating wide eyed and awake. My thoughts become spacious places Yawning chasms, sprawling ruins Reaching skywards, stretching planetwards, to the galaxies and dark matter beyond. Then at some point and with no warning I crash through the abyss Into the smallest of places And nestle there Hunkered down, asleep.
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A white mansion. Tall trees. A steep slope, down, down. Two twin houses. Grey and square. Down. A small detached dwelling. A lofty garden swing. Down, down. Down. A long plateau. A set of semis. Sombre and grey. Down again. Down, down. The blue-grey ocean. A heartbeat line of waves. Golden sunset.  |
