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Programme Note

I Am Not Prey
When old eye socket moon rouses me from sleep
A shawl around my shoulders is what I need
A slow undreaming walk
On roads paved just for me.
No lamp. No lamp.
I can move like the night
Glistening by dark fields
Where hearts smaller than mine beat.

For here in this place I am not prey.

Scales may curve; pelts may rise and fall

But here in this place I am not prey.
Teeth may cut a smile in half.

Eyes may hide all meaning.

But here in this place I am not prey.