8 August 2023
25 September 2023
the nth bar in
persuades me to rally now, while I’m vulnerable
to gravity – its tides, complexities: the synthetic me
will rally, too, its waves in waves wash under me but
there’s some spume left beyond this epoch
enough for the enough-of-you creature it’s
enough to care for here in your perfect placement in
the nth bar in of the nth movement, and does their come
a beginning again? I’ve listened to this symphony since I was sixteen
and a lifetime later I hear its syntheses play me again
but what’s in it for you, babe, you’re far away and the gravity
waves gain on you again, too – what comes next when the invisible
conformity between us caresses time? at least in my mind it’s you
I’m listening for – but are you listening in for me, or the didgeridoo
that hallows my necessity? you see there’s
a vast back catalogue if choose we could, I remember
your level eyes brimmed blue and racing through the park your Morris Minor
just fitting on the paths, then on the grass, sliding, swerving between trees
I didn’t have a licence then, but you did, you exploited it to good effect