the heart's shortcomings
quietening to dark apparition

open the windows now
to hear a psithurism

that pets Our singular tortoise geography

with the seven swinging eyes.

The citadel ahead in the haze

was claimed by a tricoleur

on arrival it housed only a scavenger's romantic circle 

suspended vocations on retaining walls

installed like paleolithic homeware paintings

that is, with the sense of homely love...

we got what we came for and we slept under a moving hide.