poetry anthology

were it not for that singular smell
when i was broke in london
master of human destinies am i
did you ever hear of
i saw him once before
tripping up, falling down
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
do the boys and girls still go
with her hair flaying wildly
a thousand silent years ago
are you alive?
will you glimmer on the sea?
i saw the clouds among the hills