friday 12th december

Night Sedation

Four fifteen,

light not yet bringing glimpses of the day.

This was not meant to be,

five or six hours he said,

have a break from the clashing, colliding,

fighting furious battle that is raging.

Instead the dawn comes

silent and soggy.


He sits,

my alter ego, watching

lotus legged like the Buddha.

What did the Buddha know of Christmas cards?

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