I’m fearing myself at night
I’m cleaning my bathroom
Religiously at night. And it fills me up with surprise
Then sadness
To know I’m alive, built hastily to thrive
in Detergent


Back to bed, back to bed. I must go back to bed
I’ll see the morning red
I don't have much to say about this unless you care to explain it a bit?

I'm not a fan of the repetition of 'at night' - it's awkward
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour