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"Time passes, and the system turns on you. When

all is sacred, nothing is safe: silent lampposts suddenly

pipe up in irresistible colloquy a tone too high, the sky

calls you but does not want your replies, and

water-bound birds decline pronouns in Latin. It is a hotbed

that cannot stand the addition of an offending

presence; it whispers until you are well on your way."


Rachel Wetzsteon, from “The Other Stars”


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"The body is at home in time and space

and loves things, how they come and go, and such

distances as it might cross or place

between the things it loves, and its own touch.

But for you, soul, whom the body bred in error

like some weird pearl, everything is wrong.

Space is stone, and time a breakneck terror

where you hold to nothing but your own small song.

No wonder you would rather stay asleep

than wake again to your live burial.

But sometimes, shrinking in your tiny keep

you make out through the thousand-mile-thick wall

the faint tapped code of one as trapped as you,

saying: those high white mansions—I dream them too—"


Don Paterson, “Burial”

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Taken on May 10, 2009