The Untying
Outside the rattling window
wind pushes through the branches like a virago
and the heavy, low sounds reverberate through the darkness
All constants have gone
All judgments are judged unclear
Rain hits the glass like a round of bullets
and a stray sycamore leaf is momentarily
splayed wide open and vulnerable
All thoughts are unravelled
All ties are untied here
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