Dance Alone at Night

For those who lie awake and those who dance in darkness.

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We are born in the morning,
graceful and preyed upon.
Dark editors,
needing to make impressions;
sitting hard upon their thrones.

Victorian freedom
scraping a bow,
sinking inside,
their way
is the only way.

This branch of life,
a choice
of many tracks,
we can follow
calm and contented.

A torch throws light
upon the walls
and we see everything,
from what we are blind to.

The furnace
of hate and depression
builds a broken wall,
and it’s truly time
to keep them out.

Your weather-worn friend.
Night companion
wandering to an end,

Forthright names,
poisoned words,
waking chimes;

Cruel and quiet fate
tiptoe and lie,
sleep on a bus,
judging death.

Never was
the ever was,
buy modern themes
that choke
on the new generation.

Cold harrowed nights
that give

He walked all night from wayward Dartford and, seeing the lights of the tower of Margate, headed south and pitched his tent for two.

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