Touche' you there...Bolton still...

Touche`
You there
Deep inside
Like a Bolt on
Bolted
And
stilled-
By a creative impulse...
Strong
Like making a journey superciliously long...
After a bleed
On the street
Where drops of red
Heamoglobin
Becomes
Wine
Pure
Reflecting
A dying Sun-
West ward ho!

And
Like
A Bolton
A White God
Standing at a bow
Of a boat
Stretching arms wide
Glowing by the tide...
Flowing too...
Me sings
Touched...
Torched...

Fallen
Like a dust...
Ashes from
Getting
A rebirth...

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