LIMINAL
LIMINAL
Flat in your bed
like a crushed soldier
when the old cause
has dissolved into defeat,
congealed to history.
In here the weather
is uncertain - it's been
raining intermittently
for days; I mark
your little snores, try
to guess at the interior,
imagine a fiction
wherein I could conjure
peace, an alternative
reality where the soldier
...
Saturday 13th April 2024 12:36 am
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