Six Four Six

Taw head
River Erme
Cascades of ritual
Sacrificial passages
Swirling ponds cold water
Cold as ice

River, rill, rivulet
Cascade of ritual
Sacrificial
Passages

Streams of consciousness
Trout and stickleback
Splash about
Games
Games by the river
By the streams of consciousness

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Clear Water

Bhagavad Gita
As it is, as it ever was
Behind Proust
& Evelyn Waugh
Pennies from Heaven
From five to eleven
Too many coincidences
My seven senses tell me
Remonstrate and castigate
Harden up the will
Forge some strata
Put some clear water
Between you and you

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Masthead

Flags in the park
Bring light to dark
Reflect stark perfection
Miles of orange cloth
Unveiled, curtailed
Sails for a city’s soul
Creation, core declaration
Stores of ideas, enthusiasm’s
Making something solid
Plastic, clay and vision
Monumental decision
Open to derision
Abounding joy
Abound in joy




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Revealed

Knocked about
Rough edges smoothed over
Rough diamond
A touch too smooth

Shaped by all
That society could muster
Trusted too many pamphlets
Too many self-help books

Stripping bare
Is not an alternative
For the King
With too many clothes

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Rivulet

Wave crash

Whiplash

Onward

Unknown soldier

Wave crash

Sea splash

Oceans grow

Ever deeper, ever colder

Salt water drains

Across bitumen tarmac

Lit by starlight; the streetlight

Goes as nowhere

Rain water

Drains into rivulets

Hidden, moss grown stones

Roll on, roll on over

Wave crash

Pebble-dash

Inward, homeward

Onward, boulder

Wave crash

Cars smash

Society’s apart

Grown colder

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