For Macondo

Melancholy whours of night
Rain
Peter-Pater through the pipes

Words swarm across the mosaic
Blue hands inksolvent
Love bursts, raged, staining the walls
Cliff-crags without birds
Lament.

Quicksandbagged
Quintessence.

Screens of death
Midwater skies
Twelve bars to a line
Artificial eyes

Infinitude.