the oatmilk of human kindness
has gone up 30 pence
& at night
oh yes
there i am
( undistracted & translucent
in the phone screen afterglow )
worrying
worrying
( the rubble children
& the orbiting star net cage )
& hallucinating
( my too-vivid self
limping out on the wild beaches )
& waiting
( hunched then stretched
hunched then stretched )
for the coded
lightning flashes
that harbinge 'sleep'
that harbinge 'sleep'
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