The middle sea will become the atmosphere, the high sea the space beyond. Our slowly shivering tectonic Earth, and its phlegmy oceans, will become the lower sea.
Clouds and contrails against an Atlas blue.
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October
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- Unfamous
- Tears
- Keats's bright star
- Futurity
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- Mare nostrum
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- If
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- Brother, sister
- Go on
- Scratch
- Hook of love
- Dalí's clock
- Recipe
- Transgression
- Stream
- Sunset
- Railway
- The Atmospheric Feeling
- Snow poem
- Eating France
- Embrace poem
- Caterwaul
- Strand
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- The Future is Red-Shifted
- Moving
- The Alien
- Train journey
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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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