The Line and the Field Adam Mann Clean through the target Spiralling skywards The path of an arrow No backstop will slow A filament burning Inside a vacuum Hungry and breathless Photo-flood glow It smells like hot engine All trouble and wonder It tastes like amphetamine Like blood bittered snow To love is to loose off An end of such arrows And watch as they tear through All that you know.

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