Interwar

Glass, a lid Slipping, a curtain of purest water Drop Now fainting, waking and beating Closer growing, armoury for an apparition Dreaming of wings, but oh, But oh Trail, paper Walls are covered and so I cover Following observant Back in archives of interwar My sister stood, my shadow Overbearing and eating me Beating with a pulse The cave is a womb Rounded as a core Living reaching further back Eat The mud and Eden Slowly ice white Breathing, you can see The clingfilm Growing like a bulb A world of atoms Crushed Oh Daffodil, The sun is shining under smog light And over the echo we... Interwar How I have my reservations That we are ever even out And face to face A solid Cold Brick wall And I call you Bonn and you call me Dead Berlin A gathering of Correspondence A scattering of Dirty nothings.