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                                corner of Plum Lane
                                Eglinton Hill and
                                Shrewsbury Lane

                looking for the right time
                to note the right things to
                settle together but it is far too busy
                to take them all together so I sit on a bench and let them
                                come to me
                                as they will

                a well-established eucalyptus tree leans
                and waves ahead of the wind that I feel
                but even when still it glimmers grey-green
                and recovers in front of the stucco-fronted
                                Victorian house
                                over London


I sometimes drive up to SE London where I lived as a child to write myself some roots that I can no longer feel and remind myself that even time is eventual




being wormhole: the tangles fall apart
bench wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
Eglinton Hill & London wormhole: H e a v e
green wormhole: Bodiam Castle
grey wormhole: earthed
Plumstead wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
sitting wormhole: good session
Victorian houses wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II
wind wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven
writing wormhole: fantasia