‘We used to think the universe was made…’ - by
We used to think the universe was made
/ of tiny invisible pin-points of energy, jostling
/ and tumbling and buzzing together, and so,
/ by…
We used to think the universe was made
/ of tiny invisible pin-points of energy, jostling
/ and tumbling and buzzing together, and so,
/ by…
Imagine that you are trying to balance on the surface of an expanding balloon.
Some prowl sea-beds, some hurtle to a star
/ and, mother, some obsessed turn over every stone
/ or open graves…
They are fermin the fower winds:
/ Five grey- stemmed daffodils
/ on the hill abuin Eynhallow
/ that whirlmagig air intil pouer.
/
/ Aa Simmerdim on Flotta…
Ülemöödunud aastasajal panid hundid siin
/ igal aastal nahka kaks tuhat viissada inimest.
/
/ Naisedki kandsid vöö vahel väikesi kirveid.
/ Nad alid niisama täpsed kirveloopijad
/ kui…
smaller than the eye can see the living dead
/ floating in limbo awaiting a host
/
/ we don’t discriminate we’ll invade anyone
/ occupy your secret places incubate and…
The Misses Nelly to the Burgess surgeon!
/ This very night, a performance
/ Of dissection – flexing leg, belly, supple loin and eye…
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