Hidden wishes
Walking through skeins of darkness
slinking in columns of shaft light
hiding in slivers of half light
seeking the shadow of the moon
grass blades were wafting
grafting scintillating images
forming in world material
essence of deluded hungry afternoons.
Traffic bleated
overheating in rivers
of haze torn roads
a wish a moan
calling the deep alone
We crouch now in the corner
of our room.
Resounding laughter holds us, rapt,
rings through the window's edge
breaking the silent hum
of the crackling, milk-soft
resurrection room.
(Dalston 7/81)
Evolution and afterwards
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