Where does reality lie?
Conscious imaginings set the pulse racing
A word, phrase
Silence, a pause
Unsettle the soul
Then comes the unbearable night
In once shared places
Spaces and darkness fill
With half-formed images
Spectres haunt the heart
I wake mouthing words
That make no sense
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n.b. Fictional composition.
CLP 03/01/2020
