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Movements VI: And further more

Looking into those green pools means a skydive into depths. Words now be babble; I have surrendered given up control to these fierce new currents. Plunging into such promises means falling through light to rise answered. Laws can be broken now, uniforms discarded; between us there is only the burning air. As all explorers first examine what maps there are, we have scouted our boundaries our limitations. Soon we will cross these begin our soft venture into the interior. Native hands will be our wise guides difficult places we will cross delicately climbing the steep questions. But there should be sweet new landscapes (in such clear burni

Literature

London you, version 2.0

(for Helen) Lampposts in foggy streets, and pavingstones streaming with rain embrace you. Late at night your offices are closed, but poets might find you among unanswered telephones. In stations you announce the real time of movements. Traffic knots and surges – this notes where you dance. When you exchange a kiss the playgrounds open, all addresses rhyme. Your hair is whispered in a neon bed, or dark or light your skin, your tongue the trace of sirens. Strangers meet in your embrace and liberate the tender things you said. Where stone and verse unite I find your part; in these I know your lips, in these your heart.

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When the bomb

The trees explode like tinder at His touch. I feel a sun scrape harshly on my eyes as overpressure winds attempt to prise my burning lover from my frantic clutch. Crawling defenceless through the sudden noon we follow paths bedecked with long-stemmed ash; the world has tricked us all, and gone to smash while we were singing a civilian tune. Tenderness shot away, conventions charred, caresses serve to stem the welling blood as we lie openly. In glowing mud hurting is easy; finding tears is hard. Don't blame us for our very public kiss; no-one should lie alone at times like this.

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like lines

Written in Eliot’s 'Selected Poems' I made this, I have forgotten and remember. - "Marina" ... like lines dimly seen through the back of a blank page my thoughts hold to possibilities: a beautiful girl, met once, long ago. Too beautiful, then, for words. At each human point I have left cairns of my devices in case I am followed by gods. But then, we are all haunted by possibilities. Powerful images (before) are only ghosted home here. "I made this" – made it, knowing shame. Did it (or not) with desire not fully understood. But not forgetting. Re-membering. Each of us, rather

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Speech for the defence

(for Marsha) Under the moon’s cold graceful stare along the empty lane to the faceless meadow have I come, wanting a word far from the trees’ whispers. All quiet out here, with the private eye hard, remote, scornful of tears; quiet enough to tell my new, old story. The more I cry in my orbit for love, the more you circle out of touch, laughing. There are lessons I would learn, and you could teach behind those gauze alluring clouds – if if you would let conjunction have its season. But you move, and smile down with that light, knowing that you remain unknown. Your sweet nutations drive such tides in me Oh but y