to return to the valley
to roll in off the tops
to brace against a headwind
to come home as left it
to every day a replica
to comfort, to stagnance
to a life semi-detached
to things best left unsaid
to recieved wisdom
to double glaze into the middle distance
to warm bones in the leaf mulch
to multiply in the mud as the world burns
to sand stone
to smelt home
to gather moss and roll no more
to shag pile round the cistern
to 2.3 versions of you and me
to sodium light snuffed out
to god rays through the kitchen
to twilight up the moor
time at the bar
