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The Voice That Searched My Memories: extracts from The Floating Harbour
Now riddle it with chaos: muddied fury lit by mob-borne flame.
The Birth Day Of The Sun: Part III
Silent morning. Earthly peace. Servant girl re-swaddles.
This Room, This City, This World: extracts from The Floating Harbour
“Change is the only thing. It’s the only thing there is.”
That Way, For Him, Adventure Lies: extracts from The Floating Harbour
The seagulls, too: they screech in semi-reliably recorded history.
The Hunter Sits: extracts from The Floating Harbour
Such keen eyes, such keen resolve.
The River Keeps Me Company: extracts from The Floating Harbour
I watch her and she’s wistless as she weaves and waves again.
The Birth Day Of The Sun: Part I
Bayit-Lekhem in wintrous calm as coarsest night kills evening.
] ] ] ] ] or, A Poem Perched In Poco
The candle on the island lights the moving, glass-bound muse.
william altoft 