Light is weak in the death throes of this age.
The earth moves beneath these frail dream landscapes,
As we brace ourselves for stormy weather.
We'll remember former times of tender
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Sounds like a Cobra meeting at number 10 Downing Street.
Poor Boris but deservedly so.
Dominic a real powerhouse futuristic poem indeed its bleakness seeps out of every line.
And its good to read a poem that goes against the lovey- dovey grain once in a while.
Many thanks and a full score and added to my rainy day favourites.
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Sounds like a Cobra meeting at number 10 Downing Street. Poor Boris but deservedly so. Dominic a real powerhouse futuristic poem indeed its bleakness seeps out of every line. And its good to read a poem that goes against the lovey- dovey grain once in a while. Many thanks and a full score and added to my rainy day favourites.