exposure

Question 1

1.

Answer 1

Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive us… wearied we keep awake because the night is silent…

Question 2

2. massing

Answer 2

Dawn massing in the east her melancholy army attacks once more in ranks on shivering ranks of grey

Question 3

3.

Answer 3

So we drowse, sun-dazed, littered with blossoms trickling where the blackbird fusses - is it that we are dying?

Question 4

4.

Answer 4

Therefore, not loath we lie out there; therefore were born, for the love of god seems dying

Question 5

5.

Answer 5

Pause over half-known faces. All their eyes are ice, but nothing happens