4  The Pinnacle, Martock


Rosy light glows beyond the earth and sky
The walls stone and the trees, huge
Dark breeding shapes climb up
Higher than anything I've seen before

There are secrets still in here
Idling like clouds
And a thousand lives
Hidden behind dark curtains

I can't live here but
I come from here: like
There is just one point when and where
And where everything breaks through

Like a column of water spilling from a tap
Fluted, silver, mobile, singing
Caught in the morning's light
As a matter of routine will
Hold a charge of glowing light
Precisely playing
                                  shifting through

So many columns of words and stone
Of pleasing flesh
Hold this brightness
Like the sheen of memory
Love and constant
Actual presence

Grateful
Despite the darkness and distortion
I could love that
Idling
In my own memory