That when darkness falls
The fallen stay asleep,
And the implements
That supported me
No longer seem much use,
So I’ve analysed
All my alibis
To find the lies within.
I see shadows now
And I hunt alone;
I never feel quite safe.
But I’m glad to find
I can almost breathe:
I have a mouthful of time.
4 May 2006
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