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For Cornelia (after viewing ‘Neither From Nor Towards’ then visiting the Norfolk coast)
the escarpments may crumble
while feeding the sea of glass, brick and bone
but they sing their story in 4:4(million) time
a slow lament for man dethroned
though in a blinked centennial reunion
of stolen, moulded, kiln begat marl
a rolled orbicular, boiled and burnished delivery
lies offered for Cornelia’s resurrective art
Saturday 9th March 2013 8:25 pm
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