When I dreamt about you
At the virgin viewpoint
With nothing beneath us
Before the journey, of
Many, twisting, turning roads
Down to the town, behind
A dry-moat, and a Roman wall
In those anxious moments
When I turned to you
As if in your prayer
You might meditate
On the numinous paths
Of many variations, back
To the settled homestead
Ahead of all escarpments
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