alfie lee writing


i close my eyes and count to ten

the terms of engagement are changing as i
speak and every corner is a corner left unturned,
a stone that's left unanswered sinking like the last

in a river fast flowing fountained from the past,
that springs up in the hinterlands jungled thick and lost
at the summit of my fears in a sudden pressure

drop, cut adrift across a panicked atmosphere, as broken
backed thunderclouds quicken, wax and wane, hold
still, hum cascading scales of chromatic rain.


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