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Sep 2014
wet gutter stone
submerged in the rill
blackheavy and round
and the weight beneath me:
a smooth cold killer of light

night is a forest
wet banquet of noise
small epiphany’s happening at street lights
and wild-life electric

far off are the radios
the occasional violence
hits the melancholy,
hangs with urban drifters
patches up a night sky

night is a forest, a jungle of audible character
damp activity
light and shape struggle to hold meaning,
as momentary glimpses
glistening with hope
capture an uncertain semaphore
martin challis
Written by
martin challis  Northern Rivers NSW Aust
(Northern Rivers NSW Aust)   
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     ---, ---, Pradip Chattopadhyay and Sjr1000
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