There’s barely any light off the road.

Lucerne is a dim shoreline whose body fades into sky,

Everything is blending together like rain


Or the sounds of the world in rain.

We are riding along the spine of a great wing’d thing

that wants nothing more than to buck us into darkness.


It is almost midnight and still hours remain;

I have heard no human speech today.

The world is bankrupt of mythology:


An Australian astrophysicist has been admitted to hospital

After getting four magnets stuck up his nose in an attempt to invent

A device that stops people touching their faces during the coronavirus outbreak.


And reaching for you, grasping sinister air, the crown of this blue night

falling around me, no physics, no magnetism, no beast remains to

explain where you’ve gone from my life.