Stone Comfort my Doubts

The apartness breathes all inward, up starts the pace

outwardly dispatched into alikeness-tribes of space

Hear the drum rolling from without and from within

those helping horns that wail through the wind

washing heads off the motorway storms

with stuttering helicoil patterned beats

ring a bell for swedish towns adrift in Penzance streets

light a candle, turn a page and haul upon the sheets

For those that preyed in silence

and those who stayed asleep

Your dreams are wisht inclement

Our hopes are yours for keeps

El mar sana, pero la montaña también.

 

Done