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sleep alone in the woods
on a bed of rustling leaves
where no quiet lies –
you: displaced animal
with animal needs,
tiredness a blanket
full of holes.
one brief break in the cloud cover
and the moon tears into the tent
like a searching torch.
walk to the edge of the trees
a shadow upright among shadows:
luminescent daisies and the blue
hoot of the owl are gaps for you
to fall into.
in the morning you won’t
recognise this place.
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