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as modern technology fails me I lie awake in the night
with hands crossed over blanket
still and eyes wide open
(don't look at the time, don't think of tomorrow and work)

the weather is wild and fearce
sky covered in thick masses of peach and grey
and split with abrupt streaks of eye-scorching yellow

hissing, roaring, rustling

as modern technology fails me
and you fail me
with hands snug under my pillow
still and eyes tightly shut

the image is warm yet fading
I hang on to my creation as if it was real
as if it could make a difference
as if.

but the weather, nevertheless,
is magnificent tonight!