Against A Tree In Queen Square

A new day begins.

Clarinet In B-flat

Nexus, beyond ever-shrinking waters.

African/Hungarian/English.

You are e’en clearer; by more stars alight.

A rhythm-only song composer who’d not cottoned on.

How distantly it spans.

Riven rope about a ring of jeweled thorns.

The Lord, to me (supposedly).

From long, song-saturated maturating messages, vestiges (best out-lived) of another.

Iswillwas/Waswillis?

Erstwhile, the context: don’t kid us, it matters.

I will have missed it.

Isn’t/wasn’t/won’t be.

Too tailored; too soon.