[ Featuring Peter Blegvad, John Greaves ]
It but incurs
A lustre in a flood
After many not dislodged
And at each subsidence
Half arises
Half holds to cloudy water
Nature of its anchor kept occult
We keep a current
Flowing from a sluice
Cloud it with corrsives
Hoping to appropriate
What holds its own so well
What tips an ever wider wake
