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In stillness – the silence of dark
In quiet, doubts form
Ugly shadows of truth
Too hard to bear
Listen
A pulse of dis-embodiment
Clutching, clawing lifeless
A measure of time –
Time without connection
Without reaching
A cold, fragile pulse
Without feeling, without warmth
Listen

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A companion poem to my previous (but one) post ‘Talk’

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