and a time
where there is no darkness
only the all-consuming grey
of a damp June evening
barely existing in very slow motion
without definition or purpose.
A dinner where the salmon is tasteless
garnished with a disappointingly limp salad –
Eating under artificial heating.
Will that invisible sun never sleep?
Will this interminable day ever end?
or will we just drift and doze
into a semi-conscious dream?
Dusk in unholy collusion