& although there are no thoughts, there is a noise
an intense buzzing,
which comes in waves,
washing me further from the shores of feeling
into a deep cold sea, populated with monsters
King's spoil, dread with the undecided, blooded doomed
plunging gasping back towards the light, fearful as a newborn
. CFT 2016
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| Illustration by Mervyn Peake |
