A great gate from day to dark,
and one that fades in minutes,
it frees us, soaked, to lift our faces!
For my next project, over the winter, I shall create poetry that is completely divorced from an audience. Each poem, to which I shall give my best endeavour, will be sealed in a container and buried somewhere. I will not reveal the burial place (in fact I will try to forget it) and I will not keep a copy of the poem.