The frequency of.

The frequency it took too colour 

a one hundred and sixty light emitting diodes

Filled with gas to make a snake 

that rattled knees vanilla crawl 

before weaving through grass 

to reskin a cylinder held off the floor 

Only to Finding the keys to Orkneys finest 

hadn’t set sale for a port in California 

Merely settled and mellowed into boathouse

That’s moved by a horse with rub of magic 

French charcoal sack found hidden behind 

telephone tent of freephone pay hotlines