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Contributor: Ben Riddle

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The lights went out at midnight;
shrouding the city in a darkness
long forgotten in suburbia.

The black tarred streets blurred
together in the moonlight;
industrial photocopies matching

The silent streetlights stilled
by an unexpected surge
of uncontrolled power.

Dogs howl at the moon;
as the tamed become untamed
and all the world remembers

That power is fleeting, and
the night was meant to be still.

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A nineteen year old aspiring poet and athlete from Perth, Western Australia, Ben Riddle studies Political Science and English and Cultural Studies at the University of Western Australia. You can find more of his work at


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