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Black swans of Rotorua

Compromise in the Bishop?s red Robes
A world consisting of cold stone cathedrals
Existing tachymeter measures shafts of grounded steam
Sunlight reflecting sickly trunk still bowing to Britain

On One Tree Hill and its three legged dog
Having no pathways but the beautiful distance
Walking not treading the syllogism
To splinters within the tabloids
Sobbing up slopes of reality
Tearing skin to turn it white
Wearing a smile
For spirit watchers
Watchers who refuse to leave
Their own worlds

A world product
Its all gone global
Produced by sanity
Whose carvings
Produce of the same tafferel
Walking on two schemes with the Rainbow
Never quite leaving thorny thorium
Either carefully thrasonically lying
Haunted by both

Madness they cry
Tied to one slope
Tied to the other
Skipping blithely between them both
Unable to see the northern Gods
Feeling only through soles of hot sinters the memories
Hard burning asphalt and Rangitoto
God of fire in Wanganui
The world of stability
Whose volcanic reality
Produced by the stable thurible
Tottering on the thwarted roof of ashes
On to the very last steps
Sucked towards the gaps
The gaps of ellipsis eliminating
Madness
Clamant
In waves of emotive determination forces
Survival is not volcanus clairaudience in that direction
That world of instant sensation cincture of salicin
Whose ,
Produce of madness
Slowly waning its ejected the sallow lava
Craning back to Sagitta
Darkened compromise yet again
There are no victors not even with saki
And the sunlight?s all gone!