when silent nights in darkness dwell
beneath a moonless sky,
Night creatures crawl and oceans swell
to whisper, “I am I!” Continue reading “Stanton PM”
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when silent nights in darkness dwell
beneath a moonless sky,
Night creatures crawl and oceans swell
to whisper, “I am I!” Continue reading “Stanton PM”
Going under is
going through a tunnel, on a train:
darkness descends
outside the car doors,
and you can see your reflection in the window
for the first time;
a mirror.
When the rest of the world is
shut out by the inky blackness
of the underground,
you’re left looking
at yourself-