Quart-trains of trained quartz

A phenomenology of dust

sprinkled scrapes of sceptical specks

scupper sparks of step-sick aspects

spit-spectacles of scrap-spill sports

skin-skip spurts of spoilt supports

 

A geology of trust

The dig minds lines of fund finality

The dig spine-grinds from thinned duality

These humans send sun down beneath

Seek a Spring curtained by its leaf

 

A geography of lust

Love has time-zone terms which it hates

They cut its freedom to draft, to roam

They punish it with anchored fates

Give it eyes and a shallow home

 

A choreography of rust

A bronze cut sits atop alone,

A ton drop of metalised bone

On a stone throne atoning for

Air-time, water-use and sun-lore

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