I study your sleeping form / at the bottom of the pool / like a house I could return to,
like a head to be cradled in the arms. / Unless you are asleep I cannot make my way / across the night / and through my isolation.
“I am on the verge of discovering my own demoniac possibilities and because of this I am conscious I am not alone with myself.”
Ann Quin | Passages
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