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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