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ALICE OSWALD Sonnet I can't sleep in case a few things you said no longer apply. The matter's endless, but definitions alter what's ahead and you and words are like a hare and tortoise. Aaaagh there's no description — each a fractal sectioned by silences, we have our own skins to feel through and fall back through — awful to make so much of something so unknown. But even I — some shower-swift commitments are all you'll get; I mustn't gauge or give more than I take — which is a way to balance between misprision and belief in love both true and false, because I'm only just short of a word to be the first to trust.
