Thursday, 2 March 2017

Out of the warm


Conjuring oblivion
to keep oblivion at bay,
I have this image of snow
drifting into the grey, tall flank
of a North Atlantic swell,
as I take some side road
above the tree-line,
assured that all I need
do is nothing
when the cold and the dark
set to work and I feel
the immunity that comes from
having our worst fear confirmed,
secure beyond all saving.

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