Ranged life lives lively

For today I am so whole

My antiquity is narrow

my breaths are

I am welcomed into a community

Twenty generations deep.


A friend embraces me

And with

To the ones who have glimpsed this city stripped
down to the urban bones the Eye is blind to,
the

The Saxons came late
To land still owned by
Generations of eloquent dead.

They recognised

This building was the factory
Where television made the glue
That stuck our nation

No longer in bud, but full bloom
blush red splashes finespun cream,
at centre a golden heart to

Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it '68?
The decade's

He had no insight into the mysteries
Of the gilded sports
Of the British social elite,
By the