Grimbeau

Quite a Wok.

Urizen-frozen Fell

the frozen, lurid

mud Grey mod.

What Budgerigar?

 Or plumed fallow

grazing dark dimensions

such as these:

saying thussly.

`your dreams shine without you or me

capably…’

taking of notice. I wrote these words when

I realised that, given scant regard,

we are

Diahann:

the weakened

flutterby.