A climb is coming
An amphitheatre of High-rise Snow-tinged hills smeared With scraped-bare cliffs,Hikers in shambolic clumps, or singles striding with purpose Slide along
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An amphitheatre of High-rise Snow-tinged hills smeared With scraped-bare cliffs,Hikers in shambolic clumps, or singles striding with purpose Slide along
It’s a pleasing room withsomething of a view,There’s someone elsein the house,We have engagedin instances centring onneed,I’ve closed my door,Out
Desert coloured motes Floating in my gazpacho, Across my eyes, Through cadenced vents in the sky, On the backs of wild
The quiet thirdPerson makes the conversation go round,The man in the middleBeing talked acrossAs the three promenadeAlong St Heliers Beach,As
Memorial domainA slab of marble memories risesPatiently, heavily from aQuaking emerald hill, Paths like rope curl around A basket of
She’s a studentOf the ticking watch that has lost all sense of timeThe singular pulse that’s mass-producedThe kettle as a