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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...

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