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sitting not sleeping alone
in the ebony grain of the small hours
lost to traffic on any known road
everything called “the world”
night abides and makes a blanket of its own
closes round in swaddling whole
embrace
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Mark Francis
Published translator of verse and original writer of haiku, senryu, lyric, occasional and genre poetry and speculative fiction.
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