reticulated tracery, quarried
panes, innocent
of colour
flushwork
grimy with particulates
poor soul
at large
in dark alley
ways of intellectual
dead
ends
tired & foxed, shall we
say £20?
look up
for a patch of blue
and a primitive
grotesque
on the cinema tower
no human
experience
without thought?
no learning
without
language?
to give a life
of anxiety
& courage
for a such a mis-
conception
touch the decaying
stone
work
smell the pages
a rigorous, restless
intelligence, end-
stopt