Cube 2: Right, left, back, front, bottom, top

Platform 3 for the 10:40 to London
First class to the front
Tickets and railcards please
Is contactless ok?

Are you having food?
Fruit, yoghurt, popcorn, pain au chocolat
Do you want coffee sir?
Can I have a sparkling water?

Charing Cross for Trafalgar Square
Fruit, yoghurt, popcorn, pain au chocolat
Tickets and railcards please
Blackfriars or Mansion House

For Tate Modern
Do you want coffee sir?
First class to the front
Less affluent classes to the rear

Less affluent classes to the rear
Can I have a sparkling water?
Is contactless ok?
Blackfriars or Mansion House

For Tate Modern
Are you having food?
Platform 3 for the 10:40 to London
Charing Cross for Trafalgar Square

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Cube 2: Top, right, left, back, front, bottom

Out of town
Onto the new road
Then back onto the old road
But first petrol, and a bacon sandwich

Then back onto the old road
Car stereo playing loudly
Or silenced completely
To allow poems to be recorded

Onto the new road
Poems dreamt up whilst driving
No, I know it’s not the safest way
And it is quite possibly illegal

But first petrol, and a bacon sandwich
Poems dreamt up whilst driving
Or silenced completely
Depending on the mood of the moment

Out of town
No, I know it’s not the safest way
Car stereo playing loudly
No one knows where you are right now

No one knows where you are right now
And it is quite possibly illegal
To allow poems to be recorded
Depending on the mood of the moment

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Cube 2: Bottom, top, right, left, back, front

All is to be blue sky
Faint wisps of white puffy clouds
Slowly, gradually, entering and leaving
Mind like sky meditation

All is to be green hills
Rolling dales and valleys
Undulating, gently and smoothly
Mind like land meditation

Undulating, gently and smoothly
The waves easily ebb and flow
Lapping, onto the soft submissive sand
Slowly, gradually, entering and leaving

Rolling dales and valleys
Passes through black mountains
Vistas offered for the seeing
Faint wisps of white puffy clouds

Mind like land meditation
Passes through black mountains
Lapping, onto the soft submissive sand
Mind like sky meditation

All is to be green hills
Vistas offered for the seeing
The waves easily ebb and flow
All is to be blue sky

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Cube 2: Front, bottom, top, right, left, back

Sunlight falls onto the moss-covered shingle shed roof
Sunlight fell on the moor, on the cart track lane
Time to take time to simply be observant
Time to take time simply to breathe

Time to take time simply to breathe
To watch the ladybird on the dry stone wall
To spot the four leaf clover in the meadow grass
To see the white sight-screens, on the cricket field

Sunlight falls onto the moss-covered shingle shed roof
Sunlight on the tree, the hedge, the fence
Still to work out the purpose of it all
Still to engage, with and in, the wonder of it all

Still to work out the purpose of it all
Time to take time to simply be observant
Observe no more than what actually can be seen
To see the white sight-screens, on the cricket field

Sunlight on the tree, the hedge, the fence
Objects placed with objectivity in mind
Sunlight fell on the moor, on the cart track lane
To watch the ladybird on the dry stone wall

Still to engage, with and in, the wonder of it all
Objects placed with objectivity in mind
Observe no more than what actually can be seen
To spot the four leaf clover in the meadow grass

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Cube 2: Back, front, bottom, top, right, left

The main line brought me the most part
The branch line almost finished me off
I cannot remember where I started
Whether an aeroplane was involved or not

I walked from station to bus stop
I waited in the dark night’s fine drizzle
I knew this place, I knew it well
Now who on earth knows where I am

Whether an aeroplane was involved or not
For the moment, let us say that was so
To add a little glamour perhaps
Now who on earth knows where I am

The main line brought me the most part
I had been travelling for a long time
All of the day and on into the evening
I walked from station to bus stop

But I had not yet reached my destination
I knew this place, I knew it well
I cannot remember where I started
To add a little glamour perhaps

I had been travelling for a long time
The branch line almost finished me off
I waited in the dark night’s fine drizzle
For the moment, let us say that was so

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