Cube 5: Back, top, left, bottom, front, right

Eight miles to the coast
Every day an early morning trek
Eight miles seeing more than most
The artist's tools are his deck

Not prose nor poems be they be
Yet invitingly descriptive
Of that route to the sea
Eight miles to the coast

Yet invitingly descriptive
His style prescribes the daily plea
Every day an early morning trek
Capturing the minutest single speck

Amid the vastness of creativity
Capturing the minutest single speck
On these the flat-lands of Lincolnshire
The artist's tools are his deck

Not prose nor poems be they be
His style prescribes the daily plea
Founded on the sandstones of life
Amid the vastness of creativity

Of that route to the sea
Founded on the sandstones of life
Eight miles seeing more than most
On these the flat-lands of Lincolnshire

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Cube 5: Right, back, top, left, bottom, front

I wish I had a river to skate on
O that I had heard the silence
On the ice floats of the North Pole
In the spring of summertime

My neighbour begins to build
I wish I had peace to wait on
On the ice floats of the North Pole
Darkness now so slight delayed

I wish I had moved the hour on
To play the midnight play
I wish I had a river to skate on
My neighbour begins to build

To play the midnight play
Never since, and never yet
I wish I had peace to wait on
Nowhere else, and nowhere near

As we found where we belong
Nowhere else, and nowhere near
In the spring of summertime
Darkness now so slight delayed

I wish I had moved the hour on
Never since, and never yet
O that I had heard the silence
As we found where we belong

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Cube 4: Top, right, left, back, front, bottom

In that place of nowhere knowing
With those footsteps steadfast going
To that dance of girls a throwing
In that place of nowhere knowing

To that dance of girls a throwing
Here we go our oats a sowing
Smiling eyes and cheeks all glowing
As if the morning cockerel crowing

With those footsteps steadfast going
To the west wind wildly blowing
Step by step our beauty showing
In that place of nowhere knowing

In that place of nowhere knowing
Step by step our beauty showing
Smiling eyes and cheeks all glowing
Hand in hand our lust is growing

In that place of nowhere knowing
To the west wind wildly blowing
Here we go our oats a sowing
Skin on skin with snowdrops snowing

Skin on skin with snowdrops snowing
In that place of nowhere knowing
As if the morning cockerel crowing
Hand in hand our lust is growing

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Cube 4: Bottom, top, right, left, back, front

Let me take myself to you
Let you welcome me with deafened silence
Not a movement of branch or twig
Not a leaf in the breeze, nor a wave on the shore

Let me make myself alive within you
Let you find me hipper than before
Wearing every colour of the rainbow
Feeling the very tenderness of my skin

Wearing every colour of the rainbow
Catching every kiss I ever kissed
Every inside thigh I ever stroked
Not a movement of branch or twig

Let you find me hipper than before
Take me in the very way you take me
Shake me as you never shook me before
Let you welcome me with deafened silence

Feeling the very tenderness of my skin
Shake me as you never shook me before
Every inside thigh I ever stroked
Not a leaf in the breeze, nor a wave on the shore

Let me make myself alive within you
Take me in the very way you take me
Catching every kiss I ever kissed
Let me take myself to you

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Cube 4: Front, bottom, top, right, left, back

Through Regent’s Park
Heading for the canal
Which will take us
To Camden Lock

To Camden Lock
And Camden Market
To West Indian curries
With nitro (nitro-glycerine?) ice-creams

Through Regent’s Park
Where friends and families sojourn
A place a long way from our home
Where we carry on walking

A place a long way from our home
Which will take us
To a place you once knew
To West Indian curries

Where friends and families sojourn
Heading for the canal
To go through Little Venice
And Camden Market

Where we carry on walking
To go through Little Venice
To a place you once knew
With nitro (nitro-glycerine?) ice-creams

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