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
On graphs.
.
Strung out vertice of interjection
During the grounded conflict
Awaiting clearance to escape.
.
A lion licking paws of thorns
Amongst smouldering poppies
