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Hi Ian, Off the top of my head - Thom Gunn's 'On The Move' And there's this one by German poet Jan Imgrund (my translation) could I go through with this at the level of less-fine proportions inspiration pops up uninvited the new x5 covert elegance sleek black on the mucky beige of the piste brackish puddles hot vibrating property just imagine yourself in control of the perfect vehicular motion ready yourself for the adventure of comfort in a shift to data carriers you never need leave an audioguide provided as you slide in come closer glide along the lines of lights the real metropolis confusing colour- contrast controls in its ruthlessness experience a world full of mourning & death yet with moments of honest- ly desperate comedy into the transparent garages of genuineness people there who really exist and are cowering now their sticky floors imitating their kids their complete absorption in their daily laborious salvaging of screw-on parts their stacked sleep is absolute they benefit from rolling in it & that one there the keening of his tiny eyes grinding right into the panels the same perpetrator who’s confessed before time has been breathing all his life through a fabric mask the stench of revenge like rotting metal I had to think about this for quite a while it doesn’t seem easy to hold your tongue these days a super image seems to need the right setting & all the same in reality we haven’t missed the boat in getting in on a good life but we’ve come full circle & as the x5 flat mirror skews on approach becomes so uncar flowing away from the touch I’ll never be able to accept this this scare of steel the way sand rears up like needles Best Catherine