Reading Malcolm Lowry(1909-57) In The Toilet At Midnight

These strange lands where no one knows us,

where the languages are as alien as the wind,

where the Sun cold like the Moon hovers,

these strange empty lands, deserts to us,

these strange lands where the high tide of time

has left us, bizarre creatures drawn

from the depths and cast on the sand,

marooned and dying, so far from where

we belong, those years in old photographs

watching us with eyes that knew us.

20.10.2017