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Oct 2017
If it gets dark
don't we just put the light on
until the darkness has gone?

that's good in theory
but the illness that besets us
makes us weary
of these undefinables.

I blow my bubbles
trapped inside them
and escape with the vapours
that rise from without them

a necromancer dancing
to the dead of the night
until
someone puts the light on.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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