Singed sunrise,
sallow behind trees
still blackened by night.
Sleep in a foreign place,
and we stuck chairs
weighing a ton
under doorknobs.
Everything is so heavy and solid
in the stone and blackwood house.
I have never experienced such weight-
such spirit-levelled craftsmanship.
Even the curtains are heavy,
almost too heavy to push aside.
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