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Tony Luxton Jun 2016
Knees aching climbing the hill,
gras patches, soft landings
among sandstone islands,
dreaming cold clime exploring.

Shoe gripping rocks
of concreted fossils,
weighing on times remains
- triassic scales.

My multiplexed cells,
morphed versions of those
modelled in the strata.

Not master of all I see.
Not master of me.

— The End —