a time to embrace ---

turning through a twisted Spiral we achieve

Union unalloyed; Our hope

is viscous, spellbound and sorrowful, as

we look in the Night

for hunting-grounds suitable to our Chase – We

are turgid here in

a violent Tide – We seek

Solace in our subtle Escape from the Storm

our legs buckling under as

we heave our pious longings in the Mist yearning

for yesterday’s Promise

now Mute with guns and butter – What

meaning is there in Silence, She

who would cover your wounds with her Fist

this pixie grown long

with age who will Save you from an arid Future and

crush the molten rock in your Mind ? --