gri_2003_m_46_b03_f07_012

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66047052 - Berhel
66063819 - pleiades33
WINNER - 66117074 - kanjoku
66142300 - jsprake
66357526 - Preacher357
66556864 - tmeconverse

66047052 - Berhel

THE DEREALISED ISLAND or SONNET FOR A GIANT

Like winning copper the train falls
Out of the station as the clocks
Co-incide on lemons of departure,
Rattles through the grimed arcades
And runs along the roofs of slums
Higher than the gothic candle-snuffers of the school
And the Methodist campanile
Rigid at the guilt of travellers.

Smoke from the train falls downwards
Like sand on the calligraphy of ruin,
Obsessive labyrinth
Scrawled on waste-lots by the bedstead
And uncoiling rusty springs.
The tunnel is the neck of an hourglass
Through which we slip from valley into valley,
Machine of time, symbol of desire.

Complex and irregular
As Pindaric odes the factories'
Euclidean intestines
Pile minatory beside the lines
Or recede in onanistic mist...
Muscular profile of the family
Survives the bowler hat's black lantern:
The ape accompanies my journey north.

Long-sited vistas lead away
Beyond the shadow of the train,
The distant fields and spire are clear
As the vivid spots of foreground berries:
The other side past profiles and knitting
Hills dissolve and rivers splinter
In an avalanche of sunlight
Mounting in the mutable valley.

In a sudden silence between stations
Sudden calm anticipates the night:
This wind is the exhalation of a giantess,
And the quivering of the stream
Is the somatic gesture of the dreamer
Engaged in combat or desire.
A horse ambles, cropping grass, who may
Drop gold shit outside Apollo's stable.

66063819 - pleiades33

THE DEREALISED ISLAND or SONNET FOR A GIANT

Like winning copper the train falls
Out of the station as the clocks
Co-incide on lemons of departure,
Rattles through the grimed arcades
And runs along the roofs of slums
Higher than the gothic candle-snuffers of the school
And the methodist campanile
Rigid at the guilt of travellers.

Smoke from the train falls downwards
Like sand on the calligraphy of ruin,
Obsessive labyrinth
Scrawled on waste-lots by the bedstead
And uncoiling rusty springs.
The tunnel is the neck of an hourglass
Through which we slip from valley int valley,
Machine of time, symbol of desire.

Complex and irregular
An Pindaric odes the factories'
Euclidean intestines
Pile minatory beside the lines
Or recede in onanistic mist...
Muscular profile of the family
Survives the bowler hat's black lantern:
The ape accompanies my journey north.

Long-sited vistas lead away
Beyond the shadow of the train,
The distant fields and spire are clear
As the vivid spots of foreground berries:
The other side past profiles and knitting
Hills dissolve and rivers splinter
In an avalanche of sunlight
Mounting in the mutable valley.

In a silence between stations
Sudden calm anticipates the night:
This wind is the exhalation of a giantess,
And the quivering of the stream
Is the somatic gesture of the dreamer
Engaged in combat or desire.
A horse ambles, cropping grass, who may
Drop gold shit outside Apollo's stable.

WINNER - 66117074 - kanjoku

THE DEREALISED ISLAND or SONNET FOR A GIANT

Like winning copper the train falls
Out of the station as the clocks
Co-incide on lemons of departure,
Rattles through the grimed arcades
And runs along the roofs of slums
Higher than the gothic candle-snuffers of the school
And the methodist campanile
Rigid at the guilt of travellers.

Smoke from the train falls downwards
Like sand on the calligraphy of ruin,
Obsessive labyrinth
Scrawled on waste-lots by the bedstead
And uncoiling rusty springs.
The tunnel is the neck of an hourglass
Through which we slip from valley into valley,
Machine of time, symbol of desire.

Complex and irregular
As Pindaric odes the factories'
Euclidean intestines
Pile minatory beside the lines
Or recede in onanistic mist...
Muscular profile of the family
Survives the bowler hat's black lantern:
The ape accompanies my journey north.

Long-sited vistas lead away
Beyond the shadow of the train,
The distant fields and spire are clear
As the vivid spots of foreground berries:
The other side past profiles and knitting
Hills dissolve and rivers splinter
In an avalanche of sunlight
Mounting in the mutable valley.

In a silence between stations
Sudden calm anticipates the night:
This wind is the exhalation of a giantess,
And the quivering of the stream
Is the somatic gesture of the dreamer
Engaged in combat or desire.
A horse ambles, cropping grass, who may
Drop gold shit outside Apollo's stable.

66142300 - jsprake

THE DEREALISED ISLAND or SONNET FOR A GIANT

Like winning copper the train falls
Out of the station as the clocks
Co-incide on lemon of departure,
Rattles through the grimed arcades
And runs along the roofs of slums
Higher than the gothic candle-snuffers of the school
And the methodist campanile
Rigid at the guilt of travelers.

Smoke from the train falls downwards
Like sand on the calligraphy of ruin,
Obsessive labyrinth
Scrawled on waste-lots by the bedstead
And uncoiling rusty springs.
The tunnel is the neck of an hourglass
Through which we slip fro, valley into valley,
Machine of time, symbol of desire.

Complex and irregular
As Pindaric odes the factories'
Euclidean intestines
Pile minatory beside the lines
Or recede in onanistic mist...
Muscular profile of the family
Survives the bowler hat's black lantern:
The ape accompanies my journey north.

Long-sited vistas lead away
Beyond the shadow of the train,
The distant field and spire are clear
As the vivid spots of foreground berries:
The other side past profiles and knitting
Hills dissolve and rivers splinter
In an avalanche of sunlight
Mounting in the mutable valley.

In a silence between stations
Sudden calm anticipates the night:
This wind is the exhalation of a giantess,
And the quivering of the stream
Is the somatic gesture of the dreamer
Engaged in combat or desire.
A horse ambles, cropping grass, who may Drop Gold shit outside Apollo's stable.

66357526 - Preacher357

THE DEREALISED ISLAND or SONNET FOR A GIANT

Like winning copper the train falls
Out of the station as the clocks
Co-incide on lemons of departure,
Rattles through the grimed arcades
And runs along the roofs of slums
Higher than the gothic candle-snuffers of the school
And the methodist campanile
Rigid at the guilt of travellers.

Smoke from the train falls downwards
Like sand on the calligraphy of ruin,
Obsessive labyrinth
Scrawed on waste-lots by the bedstead
And uncoiling rusty springs.
The tunnel is the neck of an hourglass
Through which we slip from valley into valley,
Machine of time, symbol of desire.

Complex and irregular
As Pindaric odes the factories'
Euclidean intestines
PIle minatory beside the lines
Or receed in onanistic mist...
Muscular profile of the family
Survives the bowler hat's black lantern:
The ape accompanies my journey north.

Long-sited vistas lead away
Beyond the shadow of the train,
The distant fields and spire are clear
As the vivid spots of foreground berries:
The other side past profiles and knitting
Hills disolve and rivers splinter
In an avalanche of sunlight
Mounting in the mutable valley.

In a sudden silence between stations
Sudden calm anticipate the night:
This wind is the exhalation of a gaintess,
And the quivering of the stream
Is the somatic gesture of the dreamer
Engaged in combat or desire.
A horse ambles, cropping grass, who may
Drop gold shit outside Apollo's stable.

66556864 - tmeconverse

THE DEREALISED ISLAND or SONNET FOR A GIANT

Like winning copper the train falls
Out of the station as the clocks
Co-incide on lemons of departure,
Rattles through the grimed arcades
And runs along the roofs of slums
Higher than the gothic candle-snuffers of the school
And the methodist campanile
Rigid at the guilt of travellers.

Smoke from the train falls downwards
Like sand on the calligraphy of ruin,
Obsessive labyrinth
Scrawled on waste-lots by the bedstead
and uncoiling rust springs.
The tunnel is the neck of an hourglass
Through which we slip from valley into valley,
Machine of time, symbol of desire.

Complex and irregular
As Pindaric odes the factories'
Euclidean intestines
Pile minatory beside the lines
Or receed in onanistic mist...
Muscular profile of the family
Survives the bowler hat's black lantern:
The ape accompanies my journey north.

Long-sited vistas lead away
Beyond the shadow of the train,
The distant fields and spire are clear
As the vivid spots of foreground berries:
The other side past profiles and knitting
Hills disolve and rivers splinter
In an avalanche of sunlight
Mounting in the mutable valley.

In a silence between stations
Sudden calm anticipates the night:
This wind is the exhalation of a giantess,
And the qivering of the stream
Is the somatic gesture of the dreamer
Engaged in combat or desire.
A horse ambles, cropping grass, who may
Drop gold shit outside Apoloo's stable.

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