There are salvations in staring at the joins in the blocks of the rocks.
Like a fire from denial too long of that crouched and smouldering
In the learnt importance of crossing roads.
Importance that will not allow a life
But - maybe we can say - in the midst of getting and spending
Wrench yourself away
To stand still and stare at the stones
That way sanity lies....
Far away from boredom
And fearful cold to start with
- but not boring.
And sex - what of that?
Like walking on the fell naturally grows to a run...
For more than that
Where it all Comes together?!
yes - indeed.
Intensity of staring with eyes shut in passion
The glorious arc -
That commands the eye away from fragile later worlds
That may or may not be...