2.am all over again

and in the darkest hours
the rural quiet
smothers with volume

with weight
everything
swells

into loudness

don't reach for that plate
don't turn that tap
don't open the packet
of biscuits

and all the people living here
that moved in
from the city
it's astonishing

throw wide their windows washing up at 2 AM

i am not one of them
i am not one of them
i am

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