ISOLATION
ISOLATION
I dreamed they moved the forest
as I watched from a window
never suspecting such impermanence;
scenery rolled like a stage set,
replaced by things more essential.
No trees, and in their stead rose
abodes of relentless brick
and from inside came starry toddlers,
women who looked through me,
hooded men with meagre histories.
I was irrelevant to th...
Monday 13th January 2025 12:57 am
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