PHANTOM HAT SYNDROME

It's the cooling down
Of red towers
Heatened by sun flare
In the image I took
With me across
Those Northern distances.

Hard to separate sometimes
The expression from the thought -
Like spearing sunlight on a sword,
A hammer flattening what you saw

...Into words all used up before

But if I cast my line
And accept it cannot catch water
Or if I remember that these words
Are a self-made mirror
Whose image I cannot control

For as I cast my line
So my line casts me

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Oldbury,
6th June 2012, 12.45am