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Poetry Drafts / 26 December 2022

I fire every candle
wrap the life in wool
fold itself in circles
awaiting night’s first dawn,
white-wash nearly 90C
flee flee flee
from your doubt-demons
flee,
our far-off latent turmoil
and esoteric toil
the silenced essence
at night’s first dawn.

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.