message in a bottle
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 fog of vehicle licence plates
barcodes radio frequency identification tags hermeneutic
coruscations along chattering borders
now I don’t need running or religion any more
and even music’s lost its sting and solace
I gotta hold on a bit longer
but snow and the silver slate sea
the mountain at dawn
the perfume of a woman in a lane in London
about the time of