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Another 1984 poem, this one from September. I am not going to revise it.

It's built of rhyming couplets, some nearer than others (darkness/hiss, cot/not, always/space), with the last line orphaned as I think I just stopped writing. I won't even try this sort of thing these days, mainly because I don't find it fun. I don't care much about rhyme schemes and I'm not likely to try writing a nocturnal fight with a knife in a close room into a poem, so this is a glimpse of the road not taken, I guess. "Struggle" is not something I would include in a book I'd want people to pay for, but I thought it rather giddy so here it is.