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1964, 2016, 8*, afternoon, apricot, breeze, childhood, circle, city, comics, culture, docks, eyes, faces, groundlessness, growth, horses, humanity, Journey Into Mystery, life, mouth, Saturday, seeing, skyline, story, Thor, time, vision
1964
I found that
there were circles
in life turning
wide and oiled
around invisible axes above
darkening city-lines
the faces of ages
at the circumference, caverns
in their mouth
and vision
in their eyes that is lost
in their own story
which I cannot
fathom; Saturday afternoons
fashion
an apricot balm
that wingèd horses
can scarce be seen
and humankind
is blinded in its
multiplying culture:
the tied piles
at the docks are creaking
the eyes, turn,
down;
in all the starry cosmos of time
there is no floor
Journey Into Mystery #104, May 1964; Stan Lee, Jack Kirby; I submitted this to a local poetry competition – not even an honorary mention
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1964 wormhole: 1964
afternoon wormhole: low afternoon
apricot wormhole: Pilot 125 … // … being excursion in the interludes
breeze wormhole: sweet chestnut
childhood wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
city wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
comics wormhole: Batgirl –
eyes & faces & mouth wormhole: I am not yet ready
groundlessness wormhole: travelling // arrival
life & seeing wormhole: Sheffield Park Gardens
Saturday wormhole: in the Java ‘n’ Jazz
skyline wormhole: two profiles
Thor wormhole: pen and ruler
time wormhole: certainly a Captain, / but not America