Night Watch Privilege

Through hours past midnight
Stretches time
Unusually dark and moonless
The air holds its breath
Through drawn fingers of spent wind
Total silence is layered
Like black is to white
To the stillness
The ticking of the watch
Pulsation synchronised
To heartbeat
The breath of the cows slow and warm
The distant horn of the lighthouse
25 miles out
Strangeness its rhythm
These things which disregarded are
When the dawn begins
A palpitating constancy like breathing itself.

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