Forton Services, that fantastic tower again, Summer 2020
I would like ceilings to be brief and a sword that cuts knots.
For all the richness between quiet villages, that downdraught of escape . . .
To feel the flow of cities, undivided.
I would like to live forwards instead of backwards
for my rage to cease
for all our time all over again – without the rubbish
I would like to praise all the earliest motorway services, but don’t approve of the motorways that link them – only the childish hopes they originally engendered (and all the old cars of then – of the 60s and 70s).
I would like to live for a thousand years to see if the human world survives; to see if my instincts are correct: that worthwhile art will be obvious at a glance – the sham and the pose, instantly revealed.
I would like to see Forton’s tower restored to its morning’s glory.
I would like to fly – using only my arms.
© Lawrence Freiesleben,
Cumbria, September 2020