Tuesday, 4 May 2010

beset by landscapes

those lines

slant as rain far off

disappearing close to horizon where

light suffuses and bleeds away

a few smudges on a wall

the crisp alignment of spectral planes

the scratch

made on his bicycle down by the school

transformed to gateways and elegant windows

momentary glimpses mystic allusion

reedbeds and moorlands dark

angels interupting…

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