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In the asylum on a winter's night pale crickets cheep among the heating pipes. Now is the slow time of stones, their hot creation and cold erosion where a beetle can plod on indiscreetly, through dry leaf litter under dry cracking trees. Along squeaking asylum corridors endlessly curving, in boxed ceiling conduits, among looped colour-coded cables, unseen crickets cheep. The echoes are quick and sibilant, without focus. As if here there wasn't, already, confusion enough.
SAM SMITH

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In the asylum on a winter's night
pale crickets cheep among the heating pipes.

Now is the slow time of stones,
their hot creation and cold erosion
where a beetle can plod on
indiscreetly,
through dry leaf litter under dry cracking trees.

Along squeaking asylum corridors
endlessly curving,
in boxed ceiling conduits,
among looped colour-coded cables,
unseen crickets cheep.
The echoes are quick and sibilant,
without focus.
As if here there wasn't,
already,
confusion enough.

SAM SMITH

from
New Hope International Writing Vol.16 #3

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