Up above
Armoured dove
It’s all love
But protected love
Not enough
Love itself is not enough.
A single sprouting bud of next summer’s furze
Emerging from unseen dirt, compelling me further
Measuring triangle’s angles, distance between block and capstone
Blake’s ancient of days no compass, protractor out
Jakes asking around, no way no accomplice, no face; tractor
Slowgoing after the no passing sign, everyone else coming after
They’re following me like determined taxmen, eager haft these axeman
Truth be told I ash them, see they cannot catch me ag spraoi
They want dockets and receipts for my ermines and gemmed cleats
Man comes up to scold me
I’ve been told about your behaviour, disgraceful
Football player how I boot the balls
Momentary pause of two footfalls.
Alchemisland 
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