Bailiffs will come to evict the ex-Foundry/Fury early Monday morning
(June 28th). People needed for mass resistance. Get down to 84 Great
Eastern Street at 7.30am or come earlier and help build barricades.

From rampART mailing – see http://rampart.co.nr for more info about rampART.
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Something makes her day like a trawling net,

and she tries to understand in a rational manner –

this time.

There is a morning pain,

not that of the fertile kind.

More around the chest,

to the left.

She cups the little

red seed,

in her morning hands …

droplets of her dew

seep through her

creating fingers.

She puts her nose to it,

and closes her eyes,

and the pain in her chest

subsides.

Echoes …

subsides,

… echoes,

subsides.

A beat,

her internal beat is matched.

Her face, hands, dew, seed …

fit like a stripy glove.

Limp petals drench her forehead,

a million millipedes stamp their feet.

Ears ring with impatience,

but gliding,

forcefully,

cascading hopefully.

Inky belongings,

moving and shifting,

apprehending the next part of the future …

holding.

Green rubbery stems,

jolt their wings

into the bedroom air.

Mobiles swing

in unison.

A soporific night kiss,

curling into the

tight knot

of overflowing dreams.

Dappled.

Freckled.

On the train to Camden,

with a bottle of last minuteness.