A = a summer of jazz
aspriant singlets on thirds
Technical note: This "reads" from top-left towards bottom-right.
(title goes here)
From fierce atoms come from above come from the sun
The line of space struggles its way along
the orbit between hope and fear,
searching, sloughing, and then
finding lift at last but then all is lost
From no where comes a circle - the orb of
our dreams, the cycle of life.
Un-assuming (it has no need for fanfare)
And from it's stark TWENTY-THREE-TILT comes
a stream of particles re-radiant into space
and from a hundred miles down inside: THE earth-moon
centre holds sway and it alone knows the
one treu elipse
------- about the sun.
and unseen to most especially tyrants
its waves build harmonic beauty
and up and out and out and (...)
then a new platformic dimension congeals
and all begins again. (...)
And the centre is found only within thee,
safely hidden - but not from poets' sweet songs.