Nightway

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Pass under spotlights drill
Silted fluorescing beats

Thick nuclear linen
Ghost cruicible tunnel tracks join
A consonant pnuematic stream
Of dashing white cells' late Morse code

Either side the biggest
And most linear sprayed out
Haunted arms glowing
In heedless old surveillance orange
Feeling out beyond the circles' grades to dial night

Within these orbits fall
Self-deleting files to dew the carpet-dust air
Green up-standing rows of slim lean over
Obelisk roots and tables
Concrete the barely troubled low shadow arc
Silo columns scribbled with cracks and one eye leading
The other

Fire-line horizon
Traced curves and freckles mark a lowing valley
Behind verge sapling screens
Crisp lit ancient tin spoke fingers swaying in the broadcast

Thread down to
A flood chip basin settled from fallow country language
Gated rail-fenced TV recording shells
Container malls, diverted hatch rivers and homes

Exit fissure climb left and
Weave tincture kite-strings in silver, red
As fibre crystal optic blue
Blinking notes repeat a changing stillness

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