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Monday, 11 May, 2020

When you've fallen off, shush. Reconnect.
Slowly sinking in, familiar, strange.
Familiar books like faces. Voices out of range.
Faces whispering. Indirect.

Calm like company, trees recollect.
Calm like change
Settled in the pickle jar. Colours rearrange.
Windows reflect.

Between the in-breath and the out-breath, the pause.
The oiled hinge facilitates the door.
A hum which hardly registers as a sound.
A lull between effect and cause.
The tide relents, retreating from the shore,
Releasing the drowned.
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