The scraping wind the groaning sky
The leaking cracks
And amateur tap-dancing radiators
Baths and blankets and soup
Sweating in our layers
Fending off the cold
Wide awake
Asleep for days
Hybernational malaise
A clearer daylight
And a clearer longer night
Closing in
On a hostile planet
Its atmosphere whipping around
The stars as ever far away
But the blackness in between
Seeping in
--Dan Kilian
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