As noughts and crosses we circle the city at night, pausing cold<\/p>\n
to stare at the sky, on a breath the darkness fills the place inside us<\/p>\n
where nothing ever happens. We might hope it\u2019s only angels looking back, but it must<\/p>\n
be history, and we follow the irrevocable pattern, the always empty search<\/p>\n
for Orion\u2019s Belt.<\/p>\n
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