from the viewpoint
you get a view of the estuary
for a penny in the slot of this telescope
light draws pencils in the landscape
and pokes the sun in the eye
it escapes into another moment of uncertainty
where lines of edges have scolded me
blue light reflects my eyes within a glance
a second's image focused then lost
edges cut through moist thickened air
watching coastline like a novel with no ending
it is a sense where trees in sand look like
something from another time another climate
and being part of changing elements is being
someone else's clothes turning inside out
but then land and sea never could agree
choosing erosion, not combination.
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At 5 past Tuesday
celebral lunatics
talking of relevance
on the art boards in cyberspace
gather sound,
claiming to make the patterns of exchange
they create
into a number of truths
which frame a commitment
to concrete expression
by anchoring sense in earth bound images
within the context of modernity
I listen
transfixed
hypnotised
by the weight of voices
and
test a theory
of how
to picture
meaning
by measuring
the relative
length
of each syllable
with its syntatic sense
and
the
degree
of assonance
cossanance
and
alliterative value
when
spoke
to
life
by
a
poet’s breath
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