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something stirred in this place, long, long ago
  presence lingering
  half-hidden haven on the crowding hillside
  enchanted enclave
  Iberian portal still open to a time confused
  dreams drifting on through

  thrum across the gridiron, quiet gravel grinding gently
  the sentinel awakens
  drowsing, curious at the latest visitation from the future
  the bubble reseals behind
  the house is real...and unreal, the garden weaving spells
  light gathers and pools

  pause at the fronting porch, then enter an inner sanctum
  a fulcrum where eyes uplift
  dark images look down from a facing wall, side-lit
  high pointed fenestration
  shadows fall and mark fine furniture with moments passing
  feel the slowing...of now

  the outside follows room to room, minds roaming free
  tranquility lost in thought
  foliage frames fields above the sandy isthmus curving coast
  chameleon sky shaping
  worn-down mountain flat-top with broken-ended stack
  vantage glimpsed by gods

  vital organ chambers in this ancient time-spun being
  pleasure spots under the sun
  blissful verandah vista beyond the stay-forever lounge
  arterial corridor, cosy nooks
  quaint meandering kitchen parlour, the Churriana heart
  memories replenished

  oceanic winds deflect clear of the insulating calm
  cyclic seasons hesitate
  storm clouds cumulate around a thinning efflorescence
  imprisonment below
  containment creaks, dead weight of imagination lacking
  chain-gangs build borders and walls

  human habitation draws in, ... the membrane may burst !
  sky cracking, dreams leaking
  the sentinel awakes more fully, observing the scene
  small steps of avoidance
  humanity dances to a new tune, Inishowen reeling
  to the slow beat of aeonic time

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