We all began by visualising our own ink blots
Reasoning before they got the measure of the hat maker
and learnt why a copper tree can’t be stumped
But if you save you might be able to forge a crown.
flipping rings into it’s sundial
setting a watch over the vales
If you could only now see a mast creak
Under historic weight of scripts made into sail
And find those Pacific eyes on Norse coasts.
Maths that overrode a fearful lead past
pine cones that grow on a stranded beach
Of a lifes left on frozen films
As Nocturnal animals swim amongst
expanding collections of floating lightbulbs
Whilst Minds that Sweep and try to sleep
Finding room for all these clues Left behind
in turbulent bear pit of a pier.
As voyeurs watch the tourists spawn
a life of their own mistakes
Getting ready to shake them for a high dive.
On a Chequered board we synchronise moves
as engineers might jump start a old rhyme
to sign write it in the red sky as your God
asks do you read between the hades Lines
of a night sea whilst Waiting to take tea.