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NB: I don't know about you lot, but in the episode "Midnight", in my eyes Russell T Davies proved yet again why he is the head writer for Dr Who and what a terrible shame it is that he is leaving! It was one of those episodes that just left me desperate to splurge, and this is the result. I wanted a slightly distant poem, and was inspired by Carol Ann Duffy's 'Words, Wide Night' in which she deals with the way language creates distance between us. It's a great poem, definitely worth a read. As for this one, as with my last poem my poetry is still quite rusty but I'm rather proud of this. The only problem is making the formatting fit better, but never mind, its legible. Again, constructive criticism appreciated, as is fellow Who fan admiration of Doctor angst!

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Wide as Mid Night

The distance between your face and mine,

Your feet, your hands, my hearts and your single, beating shrine –

Never before such insurmountable space...

Considering time and relative dimensions, of course;

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The same floor beneath, the same air to breathe,

But translucent diamond shimmers between us

Cold and hard and constant. I shudder

At the jewels in your eyes.

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I am heat. I am life. I cannot be what I am not;

I have not lied to you, just not been completely upfront.

You see, I am clever, and you wouldn't understand

Where I'm coming from, and who I am,

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What I have seen, and what I have lost

Across the countless ages of Time, in

Countless planes of subsistence that have faded to non-

Existence, despite my urgent insistence.

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I talk and talk, I know; but I am clever;

And I care. Remember that, more than anything else –

Watching and waiting, the darkness and the blinding light –

I understand you, and I care. Even now.

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You have never stumbled so deep in diamonds,

Never seen yourselves so clearly for who you are,

What you are; never known that a so ordinary,

So rational you was another person entirely. A shadow of perception.

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Neither did I. I am not perfect, but I try to balance –

No life, new or old, is valued more. But in your mid night,

Such compassion was impossible. And I, a brittle

Fence, alone, was left to fall.

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I cannot look at you, not now. The light of a toxic sun

Filtered through a thousand feet of glass

Is still too close to my timeless bones –

Lording it round, you thought, enjoying myself.

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I am not bitter, only sad. What I am...you cannot understand,

And I do not have the hearts to explain. Not again.

I do not have the hearts to explain. Not again.

Not again.

Don't do that, Donna...Just don't.

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