Moving, David. I get the gratitude I think. I found myself reading 'bank' for 'blank' but maybe that's the final river interposing. Like particularly 'footfall echo maps'.
Bill
> On 20 Aug 2014, at 7:48 am, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> * Scantling Saywas*
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> Even though the walls
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> Collapsed like lungs
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> Even though to speak
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> Burnt like a grate
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> Even though your body
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> Melted into space
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> Even though the blank
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> Was flamed through with holes
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> The morning still maintained
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> A message from before
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> The paths still proclaimed
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> Footfall echo maps
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> And afternoons still basked
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> A scent of light turning
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> Over on an open river
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