Hints and Wrinkles

Out of the lift arises up a splendid sun
And the morning it is splendid filled with pranked array
Small things on flowerlets woken up depending hang and play
And no constraint

The front house wall is warming keeping in its heat
Cars revving madly clattering run along the peopled street
All to the naked ear and eye is ribald brightness sweet
And no constraint

Under a gardener’s broken earth obedient
Pass chemical natures finding out their preconditioned ways
All is offering up a canticle of admiration praise
Without a taint

Instinctive creatures forage their patrolling beats
The worm who wants for leafmould, and the fox his meat
Fair innocent predators uncovering bare unconscious teeth
Without a taint

And here are the children loitering onwards, shambling towards school
With a ceaseless careless laughter, rare, ebullient, ever playing the fool
Employing their loose freedom, whilst not curbed by an adult role
Their apples’ debts pristine

Here the worm-in-the-night invisible continues a rude flight
And creation is yet groaning awaiting on The Great Author’s light
Here’s a world in which we’re subjects of subjection’s easy might
Mistakes impending

One generation and then another – and anon forever?
Pass down the leash and strap; and doubling up as tether
Confining spirit to being; strong, as of indefatigable leather
Worn weatherbeaten

And when? –
A gilded rainbow banding and the lifted curtain shakes
Commanding a view of power this city does not greatly await?
A salience evanescent interfolds flecked opal sky

Westerly trend thick centripetal stars
Hoverovers of endeavour in the moon’s brittle affairs
Importunately surmising on the earth’s celestial estate
On our terrestrial wait

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