It takes some practice–
sitting alone, watching time,
contemplating night.
It was a churchyard,
(once, before the hordes rose up)
now it’s a disco.
Walking amongst you,
those who’ve long been in this place,
I feel myself fall.
It was a dark night,
a stormy night, a long night.
Maybe it was day?
Perhaps I misjudged
just how disturbing it is
that this is your home…
Kristine Hamilton 
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