Words weary and flaccid forms, forced in metre
Folding themselves upon themselves and time
Following foot by foot much fleeter feet,
Seeking tired rhyme to find my loves sweet child.
A grinding of knees slows my Autumn years
Where once, oiled by sweat, Springs neat ankles danced.
A mind abraded, dusts my Winter fears:Breathless and deaf where once your Summers sang.
Without leg’s dance, ears to hear, lungs to sing,
WITH REFERENCE .
Moat monsters and glittering prizes,
Spiders castling along a battlement spine
Heralds fanfare for a false dawn.
A goldrush for cover,
Hoardes rattle in cellars.
The power of the hexagram,
Silence is consent.
Fed, and armed up to the teeth,
An ill wind stirs daybreak.
They assemble in rows like waves of darkness.
A golden fleecing for all Jasons.
Archeology among many manuscripts.
An old war horse smells blood in the stable.
The quest …