The sun outlines one
crinkly lobed cloud-edge
against the mauve
like a strike of lightning
turned to lit gold
and fixed in the sky.
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- Evening aerial phenomenon
- Serpentine Seraphim
- Laughter a bad criterion for falsification
- Driving
- Voyage Towards the Earth's Centre
- London is Tintin
- Forest poem
- Religion and art
- Rivermouth
- Mary Magdalene
- Battle poem
- Passage over a Landscape of Ice
- Universal Veil
- Tolkien-Beatles
- Blake's Adam and Steve
- Miltonic Pairs
- Dotage
- Scythians
- Stephen Edgar’s ‘Dreaming at the Speed of Light’
- The Theology of Shaving
- End of Time
- 4:4
- Tommy (Who 3)
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- Boris the Spider (Who 1)
- Utopia, dystopia
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About Me
- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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