The town has roofs of slate
plucked nails of my own fingers
so Ka could recognise himself as himself
curiosity of our own sublime ape and itch
to shape model and refine
a face the masses of greens into leaves
taking into the hand an ilex
right kind of hand whose touch
not diminished by distance
dough men clothed and sexless
gravy masculinity
ornate calligraphy
draws swollen breasts and bellies
one plum
two plumes
three plumbers
along creases when earth is folded
large goose egg in each hand
broken wheat field not allowed moon
every car brings more loaves
are holding up the roof
arms above our heads
apart from today
arms tiring you say
"silent together"
"freezing and thawing"
"cracking rock"
"silent alone"
no wind
only steam from fifty kettles
stone's experience of water's experience of stone
one hit of the triangle satisfies
the election is called
one blow of the recorder
kazoos
strewn over the floor
music of our friendship
throw out the window
instruments
windows vibrate
with speeches
you appear in the street
I'll wave from the window
making the link
my house and yours
a high chair
has been left
in poor debate
the instrument and
chicken leg
chivalry
on his tongue the tables the pools of rainwater
gives the new cafe a chance its vast array of teas
sun breaking through mouth's palette
swept away leaves mice riddling flood water
turns arch of bridge into paper hat
how did you end up the person you are?
there was a sudden rain shower, chorus
hypnogogic
strode up hill wire cutters in hand
one flint one truth both hands
height marked on water level gauge
candles grown metonymic
breadcrumbs in my direction
alone stinging standing stones
for news of themselves
glass
strangers
is not my discovery
moon and stairs
cannot believe how different they are
to the medium in which they find themselves
this contrast accelerates exponentially
with rich and poor air
melodies a leaf on the surface of the water
in which we are all swimming
each for the other
ship far out a story told forgotten half way through