then in turns
he sent evens
of lights hill-ward
while in the
backyard swayed
leavened con
siderations between
the sky and
saucers under
motorway street
lamps foetal and
resumed amid
grass stalks only
soon evening
came in echoes
edged on the
box slow and
piano-labelled when
only labels slept
encroached by
slight awnings
loaned onto the
other shoulder
branch-blossomed
and lonely white
sky crossed and
quietly antenna-
receiving heart-
beep
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
evening wormhole: ‘the burgundy velvet evening …’
grass wormhole: 2nd April 2010:
hills wormhole: ‘at night …’
motorway wormhole: dawn
piano wormhole: 1973
sky wormhole: Seaford / 280310
streetlight wormhole: ‘turning into …’
white wormhole: 1967
Dig it.
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dugged, thanks
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