My eyes were sore
but they still saw shimmering
silvery glistening
movers and shakers
awake at dusk and still
dancing at dawn.
There’s a yawn – it’s
ignored –
can’t afford to grow tired:
they’re wired
and waif-like and
wandering free.

by Annie Ridout

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