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                                          down at
                           the waterside the ropes
                           stretch and ease around the posts

                                          the uptown
                           skyline rises white against
                           the ink-wash sky

                                          and as the
                           Batmobile stands parked stage right
                           all of the action seems merely incidental


                                          the profile
                           of the administrator rises
                           encephalitic in scheme from dark collar

                                          eyebrows poised
                           to take over the world forefinger
                           hesitant on tiny hand


                                          but no scheme
                           takes account of the impossible architecture
                           of the moon locked in horizon

                           all the build of endeavour
                           and all the space of no movement





architecture wormhole: the air of architecture
Batman wormhole: capes flying
hands & white wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot
horizon wormhole: !
moon wormhole: moon
sky & sound wormhole: a cup of tea, gov
skyline wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
society wormhole: Maidstone
space wormhole: I could step / more open