Herd - All just

At three in the morning, Rimbaud wrote, The candle grows pale, All the birds cry out at once In the trees: its over. The sky seized [le ciel sest charg] Already the staccato, Buy bread. He must have worked all night. What he imagined was a vanishing point, A tenacious correspondence between diverse spheres. Or rather, a kind of serenity [euemaneria, beautiful day] The new politics which remains largely to be invented. Candle. Birds. Trees. Bread. Bread.

Seized [sest charg], Already the staccato. Just about, merely Circulating.

Maybe there was a place here. High enough to issue a warning, the question, always, was how to get at it Whether the approach came from land or as the records indicate seawards In the event compromised how to cut the fortifications off. This is how it was imagined.

And so Twiss, seeing the problem, called for a Grand Shaft The new barracks not sixty yards over high water mark But to communicate with them a mile, and over Footpaths so steep and chalky a number of accidents will unavoidably occur Especially after floods. I am therefore induced to recommend the construction Of a shaft the chief objective of which is the convenience and safety of the troops, And he was no engineer but the fix was obvious, In the outer a triple staircase, the inner acting so as to form a well With windows cut in to illuminate, so they could picture in the dark Afford, in the event compromised, a secure retreat. So he saw it, the Redoubt, a solid island Cut into the hillside the trenches revetted (faced) with brickwork Like a barricade, from to clothe again, re and vtire Directed inwards in accord with conventional wisdom, The imaginary variously augmented as deemed necessary by the Royal Commission To add caponiers, being covered passages across a ditch around a fort, Literally capon enclosure, from the Spanish, caponera, Later a bridge the inner section fixed by a pivot Swung into a recess of which the outline is still discerned From recessus, recedere, to go back In the event the fortifications to be totally cut off. Thus the imaginary, a series of strong points connected by ditches And though the approach never came a limit was set; That Twiss saw to, built into the conception, dry moats (the lines) At all times the possibility of controlled withdrawal, Which nobody would call a place only a state in time of turbulence, Suspension, from the Latin, turba, crowd, The bridge that swings into a dedicated recess As deemed necessary shutting the whole situation down. But check this, the day construction was completed the war was almost over, This, the approach they anticipated never came Not landwards nor seawards, That the imaginary cuts deep This historian, therefore Off limits.

I Shabbier than usual Not much whereabouts Put a call in, Meet me wouldnt you This evening by the trees, Where the road hangs and the river Ruptures to become mountains And the camp you built Out of packing cases Stands in.

And if you beat me to it Come up with some names wouldnt you Whatever settles you as comfortable. Send me a picture. I have this photograph Waiting for you with my phone Some tree in winter Articulated by an office building. Not much. Nowhere really.

Or not the mood, or not the manufacture, Distributed casually through the morning light Across particulars, boys for instance, drinking coffee Whatever else a perfect example beside the church steps; Only believe it, girlfriend, we have an idea Between us in governance, distributed Where we live among across commissioned space Casually through the interior which is not now a church Making it, in particulars, a manufactured grace Which sets us, girlfriend, among where we live, Light, if we like it that way, along the steps, Drinking coffee among the boys along the sea wall Only, girlfriend, you are not a painter and there is no commission, Girlfriend where we step complicit equally among. And so, girlfriend, we have an idea, even here where we live among A perfect example whatever else beside the church steps Of governance distributed casually across boys in particular Trying to make it, girlfriend, among the manufactures of a morning light; An idea with the mood of a commission To live in governance across the interior Distribute the particulars of a manufactured space Which is a step, girlfriend, setting out from where we live, here Where we know, taken casually across the morning in the name of grace Here even where we know, Sat with the boys among particulars Drinking coffee across the morning beside the sea wall Where we catch the light and we sit on the steps and, casually, girlfriend, Set out among particulars we know equally moving complicit.

Or morning Across steps; Lent distributed commissioned space Casually particulars among along for instance boys step complicit.

On the road towards the tenement Clothed heavily Not long gone since A man stops. Boubekar. Boubakar. Boubakar.

This is a function of the imagery. In the darkness surrounds us He tells his own story.

The world is feral today and still There is much between us This dumb old November weather Consequential, nothing but itself.