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And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
A small, unfocused blur, a standing chill
That slows each impulse down to indecision.
Most things may never happen: this one will,
And realisation of it rages out
In furnace-fear when we are caught without
People or drink. Courage is no good:
It means not scaring others. Being brave
Lets no one off the grave.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
Have always known, know that we can't escape,
Yet can't accept. One side will have to go.
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house.



Fujifilm S3 Pro
Nikon F60
Nikon F3HP
Tokina 12-24
Tokina 100mm
Nikon 35-70 2.8
Vivitar 24mm AI-S

Contax T2

Olympus XA

Hasselblad 500CM (returned to owner)
Carl Zeiss 150 f4 Sonnar
Carl Zeiss 80 f2.8 Planar

Mamiya 6
Mamiya Sekor 50 f4