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I like the swift visuals, & the colours, Lawrence.

I suspect there may be some small edits, eventually, but this one moves...

Doug
On 2013-03-27, at 4:49 AM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

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> 	a turn in a half-circle looking southward 
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> 	a curve of granite uplands; and, between, 
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> 	within a half-ellipse of stone and sight 
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> 	in which the broken peaks, older than Jehova, 
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> 	have precedence in shaping function, 
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> 	fields, many showing evidence of work 
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> 	/ 
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> 	turn the other way, and the universe  
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> 	is shaped striped pottery -- light blue; 
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> 	dark blue with green; then green and brown 
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> 	/ 
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> 	the rectangularity of hedge grids 
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> 	does not change the underlying circularity 
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> 	of this end of present Earth, finis terra 
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> 	(so much more impressive than English lands end 
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> 	suggesting a state of things which needs specialism: 
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> 	there's not just some water you can't ford or round 
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> 	/ 
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> 	but the significance is read inland 
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> 	where all directions converge or double back 
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> 	as if in panic at an abattoir truck 
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> 	/ 
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> 	this morning's a bronze age, flowering yellow, 
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> 	chunk greys glow with the sunlight they have sucked; 
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> 	green shimmering beneath white-and-blue 
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> 	in which the moon floats on bright Earth shadow 
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> 	tilted upon the flow of other gravity 
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> 	/ 
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> 	a standing stone in the middle of its field goes on 
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> 	/ 
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> 	study it 
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> 	rub your head and arse on it 
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> 	like a cow 
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> 	/ 
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> 	this is an entire space to be 
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> 	while its warm 
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> 	a bare dry wall-stone pulsates 
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> 	with tiny spiders, each staggering onward,  
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> 	the road's wet with them, briefly; 
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> 	small birds hesitate and then flutter about, eating them bittily 
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> 	hesitant and not quite sure, full of urges 
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> 	/ 
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> 	listen to the first few insects hum, the wind lifting 
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> 	your hair across your ears, your blood ascending 
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> 	and descending the pyramid of the brain 
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> 	/ 
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> 	not stunned and sweaty as in August's greatest heats 
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> 	but still as before any opening out, 
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> 	the day-time yet too brief and chilly daisied
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Douglas Barbour
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