Songs of the primary meridian Surrounded by a sea of space and time cut off on what should be this holy island Amidst city fumes humanity chokes on finance. Take a flower its colour, scent, its sound Poppies know how to bloom and blow high June Sunlight burst through darkening cloud extends to twilight nights Summer‘s lightness winter‘s gloom perfect instability Either side of the equinox I plunge and soar parabolic
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