Brittle rock cries out.
Glitter-birds consecrate the air.
Prayers float downriver.
Statues look around.
Lava bubbles up.
Centre and circumference are one.
A woolly mammoth is raised intact from the ice.
How can the material convolutions of a brain
Contain a mind?
Through spring the alien rainbow woman strolls.
Warm reefs grow coruscations
While human generations live and die.
A small boy passes his finger through a candleflame, delighted.
A jeweller sits at his table, shaping a diamond with infinite patience.
How much damage have I done in my life?
How much damage?
Who built the cyclopean cities,
The semi-visible capitals of time?
Stones into plants into animals into men.
The somnambulist walks among the dead,
Faces he never really looked at.
The funambulist sets out on the rope,
Wobbling, stopping, advancing step by step.
In a frozen rock-wave an ammonite is sleeping.
A bloody hare soaks in a jug.
The marketplace is deserted.
Where have all the noisy demons gone?
A man with forged documents crosses the border.
A red horse canters alone in a field
Where the sun plays dice.
The glittering fleece hangs on a tree
On an island at the end of the world.
The enemies of poetry sit in contracting rooms,
Counting grains of dust
And checking the exchange rate.
Mountains inverted in a lake.
A squirrel leaps between two branches.
Lightning flickers under the sleeper’s eyelids.
A green snake sheds its skin in the undergrowth.
An ox’s carcass shines in the hot sun.
The stranger will come as foretold.
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