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136 Darkness at 4 p.m. A tsunami of black clouds Rolls over the hills We drown in darkness Furious and violent A coiling dragon Catches its tail this way and that Then El Greco’s Toledo in transit Floods Shatin in eerie light Finally the storm broke The heavens split open And engulfed both cities Three Poems on a Painter’s Works I Stem tides Stem tides, stop rhyme: your rhyming. Stay the music of the spheres, Till swirling strokes make shapes: your timing. The orchestra of the skies turns florescent, As intricate geometry breaks into light, Exploding colours strangely incandescent. 137 II Thrash the Heavens Thrash the heavens, winnow the stars, Let fall a shower of gold. Descending into the atmosphere, It becomes the aurora borealis: Wave upon wave, Layer upon layer, The colours change, shift arabesque To the music that roars Like a howling storm. III You Stand on a Hill Top You stand on a hill top And you wave your burning beacon In gigantic circles Tempting and teasing The heavens to descend They came they came In vast numbers In all sizes The comets the stars the whirling spheres They danced They danced on earth Scraping burning melting it ...

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