Found ourselves with the forever few,
battling rainwater and tumbling truth
while latitude and longitude;
geographic limitations restrict our progress.
Pitched our odds against the fear
of flight, and something happened here –
such violent lines cannot be measured,
or buried, followed, farmed, uncovered.
(Written in Leicestershire, August 2014)
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