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Heatwarming gentlyHeat by Plaugh
heating for health
First Person, 1Daylight seeps through the blinds, as though unsure that it will be welcome.First Person, 1 by AlecBell
Tentatively it dilutes the density of night.
The air vibrates with the beginning of cacophony, as the behemoths are powered into life, as the Lilliputian crew prepare their massive charges for monstrous flight.
Once again, as awareness returns, I am the first person, recovered from the anonymity of haunted sleep, my body damp with sweat,
the remnant of an excitation that I never knew.
My shadow is departing yet again, as my eyes open,
as I recognise my unique, my inescapable solitude.
The first Jumbos of the day rumble to departure, to Kabul, Caracas, to LA.
I am there, in the jumbled folds of my night struggles,
to monitor the all-embracing din.
I think of Samuel Taylor's disrupted lucidity. The postman's knock
provided shock enough to dispel his vast, opiate vision. I too seem
to have awaken hung over. Have I struggled with monsters wrought
from my own unslaked desires?
I have not yet spoken. I lie here, swe
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