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in An Angel Choir each
pillar-top decorated
with a broccoli-like spray
but at one spray’s
base is a clump
of humanoid evil
A Lincoln Imp a little
bit of broccoli a
shin on knee
broccoli homunculus
brother loci for 20p a
spot light will spoil
with a click a near
distant miniature is lit i
dream that i fall
asleep on a midland hill
that my bones throw up
out of me my stone
frame goes berserk
cascades upwards a froth
of rock growing over
centuries in seconds in
a cool dark centre
of my head a slowly
rotating lit lemon-yellow
pebble growing bigger
its sea-rounded complex
ity shedding smooth
to jagged
intricacy fractals re
-appearing bigger & big
ger until a cathedral
of distance & sub
stance glows in space i
dream i climb
up thousands of work-hands
& chisels can’t feel
me calloused but agile
hands holding
wood & steel clinking
delicately against ground
-bone a billion
clinks rushing
at once
sound-rain across
a stained glass lake my
creamy brains crushed
carefully spread and
frozen makes all faces
& beasts on A Choir
Screen look out for dragons
swallowing saint’s
swords see if you can spot
two owls look on as
double o heaven symbols
of ignorance wise
to dark i lift a rough
cut unvarnished warm block
of wood out of a slot in
a cathedral’s stone flag
floor i see/saw a huge red
round man
dala of a tap on a
hot fat pipe as sun
wringing through a wide
round Bishop’s Eye
warms pillars with
rainbow so below
stones that’ve felt
centuries’ raining
human footsteps
hot water sheds
its hot resonance through
rock last night i
had a pain inside
my haunch pain’s
vibrating cathedral called
a sacrum a sacral
nerve copper conductor
to sky a sacred bone
a weight bearing sacrifice
a cross-bone pain
an impostor of myself slept
all night with its
left leg crossed
over my right i dream
an innocent Muslim all
in black like a milk
tray man by moonlight with
a black rucksack
full of fullstops
whose only sin is
to love climbing
on stone
for three or so
minutes she feels
final glee
balanced on a point
of A Western
Tower’s fourth
finial pinned
by four black
threads in a
sniper’s scope
strange stone
creatures with moral
meanings adorn
the in
sides of hu
man skulls
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