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 obscurity

the fog of vehicle licence plates
barcodes radio frequency identification tags hermeneutic

coruscations along chattering borders
hamletic inversions
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

the perfume of a woman in a lane in London

about the time of
my life