The first sceane discovers a wild wood, then a guardian spiritt
or demon descendes or enters.
- John Milton, Comus, 1634
do I mean it?
the obscurity
the fog of vehicle licence plates
barcodes radio frequency identification tags hermeneutic
coruscations along chattering borders
hamletic inversions
fires@night.com
now I don't need running or religion any more
and even music's lost its sting and solace
medical science?
I gotta hold on a bit longer
but snow and the silver slate sea
the mountain at dawn
parrots
clouds
the perfume of a woman in a lane in London
about the time of
my life