Poetry in motion.

A City awash with feeling, topography of the Goddess. History in the cracks, a glimpse of green between the earth and sky still exists through an open door, where X marks the spot for a conversation with Her. The River Fleet runs deep under the City carrying the hopes and dreams of the workers scurrying across its surface, held in the belly of a sleeping female, waiting to be reborn.

AMNIOTIC CITY was written on several wanders around the environs of St Paul’s Cathedral and the Temple, between Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice 2011.

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