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then I turned my back

on how the sun was setting,

its light cast against an intake of breath,

against silent expectation,

and I heard nothing,

I mean it, there wasn’t even the sound

of water running or over flowing,

and how then I slept

and when I woke I swear

I was drowning in silence


About michaeleganpoetry

Liverpool based poet and editor. I have had four pamphlets of poetry published, most recently After Stikklestad (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2010). Penned in the Margins published my first collection, Steak & Stations, in 2010.

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