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2016, 6*, air, arrival, being, Birmingham, buildings, city, compassion, curtains, echo, evening, hotel, laughing, loneliness, pavement, pink, realisation, salmon, searching, shops, sky, sound, speech, travelling, voices, walls
so we arrive
encased in the hotel
with constant hummm
or is it blown air
in the walls,
between buildings
eddying in a
pink-salmon sky
somewhere searching
for something from
which to bounce
to be; so, what to do in this
fair city: as the light falls
behind the curtains
voices claim and ex
and ‘ngaarrh’ and hack-saw-
laugh to company echo
from paviours and shops front
just slightly too late to
realise that we are all
just lonely, after all
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
air wormhole: first Spring storm
being wormhole: diligence
buildings wormhole: 1967
city wormhole: bavardage
compassion wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
curtains wormhole: 1968
echo wormhole: Hurst Green
evening wormhole: Michael Redford: triptych
hotel & sky wormhole: the missing chord // the now-silent seagull
pink wormhole: nothing to say
realisation & walls wormhole: Jericho
searching wormhole: and that’s where I are
shops wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25
sound & speech wormhole: currency of generations
travelling & voices wormhole: being in love – poewieview #26
