an engineering rush (vii)
(v)

and then the far–seeing night eyes
far saw the far seen bright eyes red
those gleaming far distance hearths
of so many homes perhaps

and each one of those so red
far distant bright eyes
a factory city of bright hearths
perhaps

but the red is the red of running
the red of running out
no not running not running at all
the black between itself is growing

we
long lost of the central right
to walk upon our deity
not so long we though
the deity shone down

now
there is no centre
to see
we’s just a place
a place of place a place a place

like the dawn rises
from seeing to your hands
you see to the edge of the world
and your mind realises
the dawn is not your mother
just a light
shining everywhere
and tells you so