If there’s a book you couldn’t read
during the blackouts of seven three
Divisible with the daylight of
Irrevance relaying late night
messages towards retina’s
that return revised services.
would you read what you wrote in
Melting snow or learn to swerve
the motorway dispensed coffee
Filled With creamy parables
would you plot the micro dot life
Strung out vertice of interjection
During the grounded conflict
Awaiting clearance to escape.
A lion licking paws of thorns
Amongst smouldering poppies