in the mood hut
trembling quivering
revolving slowly through lifes' miasma
you and I alone or with friends
something will happen to us it will become us

cold grails empty hand open
palimpsest elipsis returnal
open moon grey opaque landed
eels swim up river at night
in the liquid dark
black eye catch the moon
through fronds of weeds, algae, relics, spawn, time...........


let's take the eels run
oleaginous writhing nocturnal migrate
swim up the River Lea

nights the time for these dreams to come awake
stake your claim plant your post
reed beds bull rushes old car parts race by our ears
rushing intwined pass the old bus depot
under the north circular
a chorus now descending
bounding over lock gates
propelled as we are by cosmic forces beyond our control