The Vale by the sea.

the house of a vale by the sea 

where there’s no waiting

for horses with chalked boards 

roofs set to square down the line.

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which can’t  be solved now by sugar cubes 

trips away with Plato too visit tubular rotating tides

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a vine drunk on a life full of love 

with a glimpse of Eros on the wing

weaving rules of a second 

service at the nets knitting Pearls 

of beautiful woven squares.

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whilst drinking rotating gears

watching webs sewn on a spiders rye 

the only light the reasoning found 

in geometric bulbs of springtime.