Revision – Day 2. 

(I realise that the more tired I am, the shorter my poems become. Are they poems or just aligned words? I no longer know.) 

A stillness 

Quiet presence 

Facing the sun 

Breaking bones for temporal heat

Blinded by brightness 

Burned by fire 

Buried by light 

While still 

Rooted to the earth 

Shedding home only 

Every seven 

Years 

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