1. Visual Representation – Dylan
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E X P O S U R E E X T R A C T

2. Our brains ache,
in the merciless iced east
winds that knife us...

3. Wearied we keep awake
because the night is silen

4. Low drooping flares confuse our
memory of the salient...
Worried by silence, sentries whis
curious, nervous,

5. But nothing happe

6. Watching, we hear the mad
tugging on the wire.
Like twitching agonies of me
among its brambles.

7. Northward incessant
the flickering gunnery
rumbles, Far off,
like a dull rumour
of some other war.

8. What are we doing here?

9. The poignant misery of dawn
begins to grow...
We only know war lasts,
rain soaks, and clouds sag st

10. Dawn massing in the east
her melancholy army
Attacks once more in ranks o
shivering ranks of grey,

11. But Nothing Happe

12. Sudden successive flights of b
streak the silence.
Less deadly than the air
that shudders black with snow

13. With sidelong flowing flakes
that flock, pause and renew,

14. We watch them wandering up
and down the wind's nonchala

15. But Nothing Happe

16. E X P O S U R E E X T R A C T - D Y L A N M
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