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Friday 11 June 2021

Precept, by Annabelle Jane Palling

 

You do not wait.
You do not want or wonder, or
Conjure the unreal so that it
Blinds and flares and burns what’s here, or
Dwell on dreams too saccharine.
You do not travel back to nestle
In absent hugs you missed at seven, or
Set to rights unsettled scripts, or
Apologise for knives you threw.
You move, because
They say life is short and
You are better than that, and mostly
Because you are afraid