i solved it late one afternoon.          all the numbers shifted from stereogram
revealing coded expression:           rightwing political discontent.

damn freedom of information collectors      like daleks emerged with faux-stealth
gutting any life from this phenomena.                  surprise.        all the best
(really seditious) numbers then went on tour     rocking coastal venues     rsls
sham mcdonalds      & charity bins.            in the audience wined & dined
town-cryer hopefuls were in mclust          proclaiming ?´the end'
& ?´more mistakes bound to follow'.                the moral descent not unlike

          a town
                  working through a spate of coins
                                                         glued to the concrete.

rockhard disenchantment everywhere on the streets            kids
shooting crack & ice                lollying es as a gimmick
looking for love in corporate logos or buildings of glass
a score a hard soft centred body            a gourmet chocolatier?        heavens
all the collection of streets needed was            unilateral accord

only the messages                 they continue.

harder to interpret correctly       & no news about the land in them now
but you can feel the knowledge linger                    perhaps it whispers
through the trees         (they haven't all been cut down yet
that                  popular & well-spoken alarum
is false                   a lie dormant in 071002 also
if you scan carefully the            original copy
through the church's               bullet-proof perspex).

but i'm no prophet.