'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
i remember my dreams sinking in the mire -- there was a whisper of winter already brushing off the ruby of those clouds, that one summer when i was bronze like honey, when i found that glow worm shuddering in the grass, long after the sun had gone down and the skies had grown purple.
i did not want to go inside (i would not let this day go) somewhere in that heavy sleep of the past where i sat swallowed by the long grass with Scrumpy panting by my side.
and Lol was gazing up at the window with her mouth ajar, their silhouettes open to the bloody sky and she smiled as if it were she, and at least there is sleep -- at last there is a long sleep coming this way --
and i will see myself in those reeds, bruised as the sky of my memory (i won't forget those days, i'm still picking the scabs from my empty arms.)
one day i might see a child quite like me, green at the knees with a yellow buttercup throat daisy-new in that same field as i once was, she a chance to have back what was lost --
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