Bright, cold hours
passing in fitful sleep,
getting up to make sure
the water flows,
before going under
the spell of sleep,
setting the alarm
for another wakening
to fight the freeze,
this twelve hours,
then dark, cold hours
but in them
the burning remembrance
of the joy of last night,
the words, the verses
it begets.
02.02.2026
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