Was I sleeping?
The change came
By stealth
Now nothing's the same;
Difference
Came creeping
Shoulders grew cold
A new ice age
Where wild beasts
Wander
A room
Like a cage
And a mere poet
Would at best
Be torn asunder
At worst
Ignored.
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