Monday 26 January 2009

Welcome Break Services, M40

Red and white lights
Dark sky. Heaving clouds
A sense of terror
Us and the great unknown

In the services
Under a great arc of tubes
Bustle and noise – ceaseless movement
Here, a sense of vertigo

Your face is hard. There is no softness
Impatient, like your mum
Out of sympathy, yet wise

So, there is this noise and scurrying
And the innefable –
That which cannot be described
Which terrifies me more?
The sky, or the inside?

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