Stumble Poem by Pierre Rausch

Stumble



; Suburbs of Ireland;
I won't go where you stand
I've seen black torpedos insecure
< Ire (Aiar) – Au eia >
Which frequency to purpose
Change, change, change - Sidelong change
A, A, A & O
A & A, O & A
A & A, A & A
What frequency
Zero point sixty-two
What frequency
Zero point eight
O by A
Change, change, change - Sidelong change
The veils that darken the delicate moon
By appointment to the royal court
Change, change, change - Sidelong change
Bombshells lie in front
By pointing to Irish stands
Gone, grocery, gone
Hundred by twenty
Steed, sumptuous
Cube, cube, cube
By engagement to the splendid court
Love, love, love - scrambled, squashed

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