For Nikki & Chris
now snow has no foot prints but our own
after noon light a gold for ever plating
silver instant jagged Black Cuillin miles
off amongst cloud in flated by sun breath
all dangers of a lifetime collected laid out
as black back bone terrible & beauty full
Bl ack Cuill in crinkled silver seen through
wind-thrust spark ling snow specks ang er
patient as glaciation sheet steel-stone bitten and
bent by some heav en's sky blue edge sun
lays light years of distance across a rusted
sword an ero ded vibrance spindrift l ays
glitter across our
faces glinting ice -clogged lo chans cling
amongst a p ile of planet-sp linters people call
Black Cuillin Black Cuillin Skye's smashed
plough -blade now turns thickening air's pur
ple & gr ey ground over world sleaks
through sky-rip into vast black behind every
thing a moon- drop of frost’s blood touches
and just balances on a motion less tremble
of ragged at om-narrow horizon now snow
has no footprints but our own an untrodden-
on day ours to write our pass age acro ss
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