(Published 'Psychopoetica' 1992)
Gradually, the room filled with sobbing sound, as if the muffled ignition of a reluctant motor boat was being fitfully stirred.
But there was nobody there. Nobody in fact to vouch for there being nobody there.
Hence: the lonely sadness that came in waves of growing realisation upon sunbeams of disturbed dust.
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