Pastel colours, quiet refrains
Hands still, on the chiming clock
Whisper, in case I hear myself
Looking behind the picture frames
Dust is a relief of many years standing
Unplugged from the upright room light
Unmoved from your mother's generation
Flock wallpaper is still though the memory
Even of just and only the place
Billericay Close or Quebec Narrows
All I ask is contemplation
About and around
A race of which I'm out
All I ask is elevation
About to
Surround myself
Unable to be without
Pastels, flocks and dust
Trust the background music, the mood
They create, that is Richie Havens and Arlo Guthrie
Paisley patterns of young men in bare feet
Pylons and stanchions, mill floors ransomed
Derelict cotton works
West wind blown cotton fields