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December.10.2025
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Wild is the Night
waking up from my sleep, I was all confused.
I heard a boom as that of thunder,
or the sound of a hammer striking on the anvil.
trying to be up, I felt as shaky as a fawn,
getting up for the first time on its stiff unfolding legs.
heart began pounding, body trembled.
fear hung like a heavy cloud
and panic gathered like a storm.
am I dead or alive?
am I in a gorge or grave?
grim darkness all around.
my torso wriggling in acute pain.
my limbs refusing to budge.
I grow exasperate under arduous strain.
my memory fails, body rails
what’s that weight, I feel on my chest?
am I pushed down into hell?
or buried under earth’s rocky crust?
am I dead or alive?
am I in a gorge or grave?
have I fallen into a deceitful trap?
or caught unawares in a hunter’s snare?
am I sinking into an abyss?
shall I ever be freed from this mire?
* * * *
now I remember, having gone to bed in peace,
but the night turned abruptly wild,
with an earthquake of what magnitude, I don’t know.
sweet sleep suddenly turned into a nightmare
and joy got thistled into fright.
fortunately, I was saved with minor injuries.
the rescue team did a commendable job.
but I see devastation all around.
tremors had rocked the night, wave after wave,
rupturing and displacing underground plates!
the ground wobbled, buildings crumbled.
fortunately I did survive, though shaken to my core.
but how long will it take to recover from the night's trauma?
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