This poem is taken from Stand 231, 19(3) September - November 2021.
Two Poems
Night
Don’t I want to sleep at night, or is it
that living dayside spooks me half to death?
Sun-up flares an arc of daunting length;
I keep it out, brightness invisible.
...
Don’t I want to sleep at night, or is it
that living dayside spooks me half to death?
Sun-up flares an arc of daunting length;
I keep it out, brightness invisible.
...
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