SHIVERS OF WATER
I enter a tower. With seawater all round instead of sand heat. I evaporate by the moonlight the culmination puddles, the primal water-buffaloes, the sun shape gap crescent. Within the inner precinct the tower. I produce odd sensations the spiral and the loops evaporate. I join up the spiral the crescent join up with my fingers in sky. I descend the tower descend across the green wheat the sea sun. I wind round — round — quickly the way, chunks of earth in the wine, the mortuary mound. I descend toward the sun water the sun river sole sea, the wetness purple courted galaxy. I — snake spittle sway — wait hopelessly. There are more than six isosceles triangles drowning in me. I am not expectant. There are sand and water millions the triumph of abstract form. The drowned women motion — motion — to join them, the impacted power the precision, the quiet comes from far away noise from far away. I crawl into the curls the slithering stem curls of sleep, the drowned women inside shivers of scales. The drowned women send out ripples — ripples — to compete converging merging. Into the tower the tower is made out of bones — curled up — shiny and proto-god the bones the cold logic the enigma.
Dungiven, County Derry,