Every single one of the rest had been violated.

We pressed ourselves against hide,

we pressed ourselves onto a yak wool throw.

              I saw my ice capsule


float in the drained blue way above

and there was nothing for it.

Outside gravel chippings being swept

along a gouged track,

              tar for subsumption

                            moiled in boilers

curtained in tar,

                            overflowed,

outside overflowed, hardening at the fringes

              yellow sky seeped into, canopied

and hardened.

              All or nothing, that was the sum,

steps faltered even though

              isolated stars signal to be tacked up –

though underpinned by webs of

projections, as you were,

              fall back, that’s your lot, surely is.

O split stopper always were my fallback,

              all or nothing,

O split blind trunk fall back,

only to be cancelled or electromagnetic

pulse corrugating time dismantles sunders

pulse. Noli me tangere.

Just remove that mark

              in a twinkling/ in a flash/

fields of power will be unconscionable

              shrivelled tremor.

Every syllable has been marked

              one and by one/

seeded with a confident up-yours

              despotic idiom spills over.

Fall back to blockage.

Beyond the tufted field meteorites shower.

On the field rabbit shit.

Inside our tent air thickens now we huddle.

              Our escape capsules long departed.

Geospatial analysts have their fix on us.