the sea is blood, not water
tides pulse, land still; but not immobile --
streams run from it -- this one has moved more than a man's length south
since autumn
it coils and fans
and the bay falls over itself
to touch its beach and
hold it
sometimes it all swings round
and you're pushed back
against where you've come from
gravitational false
dizzy up here in solidity
stunned
one’s
fallen in retrospective anticipation
any limit now will break
and the pointer of self'll go
one way or the other
time less change less necessity
in a sliced sphere
sea from the west, streams westward
elliptical swirl of
cascaded over
sand beside another
infinity
evaporates between
the contents of each frame
caricaturing
the concepts of its framer
that which one think inanimate
exerts itself against one
a shifted perspective
awareness of large power
jump forward a year
a grave length a wave's
length from the bulk of sea
no discontinuousness
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UNFRAMED GRAPHICS by Lawrence Upton
42 pages; A5 paperback; colour cover
Writers Forum 978 1 84254 277 4
wfuk.org.uk/blog
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Lawrence Upton
Dept of Music
Goldsmiths, University of London
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