Open Letter to Silvan Schmid
Charged air either a dervish,
came out on the back foot, a chandelier or
wayfaring anacrusis
to the other three, meat eating. bent in, fluted
lately, lastly... I cannot recall but it
disquiet rang out,
out of range: implied a suspension and
“Open up that window”
- but valve being valve, referenced the nub,
being covered,
and covered hole-step
first, let go
an aeolian grace. by and Me, I was out that
said-same window; all
you sat in the film:
Tom Wheatley London, 2020