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the Abbot's blessed
my dreamscapes
with a voyage round
the Ringbahn that left
the limitations
of the track
gradually relinquishing
even the attractions
of the planet's
wobbly gravitas
set swaying
past whatever
we'd imagined
in the last few
thousand years
for instance
tall translucent palaces
& horn players
made of glittering mist
& roasted Wasserkäfer
anthems not to mention
these impending
Christmas hits & misses
& a range of muffled
strangers striding past
the hanging gardens
of Hammersmith
as well as the monumental angel
wrestling with the
semi-automatic flush
& Dyson Airblade
standing on the other side
of yet another see-through
door that you can visit
at the Tate
but now we are removed
to the Staffora
opening a new
consignment of Adorno
Poggio Marino barbera
& set to jam along on
period instruments
a bit the worse for wear
& achy
exploring the acoustics
of the valley & the sky
& tapping our feet
on invisible trap-doors
Varzi, 18th November 2017