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Princess in the Martello Tower

Shunning the lift



I spiral downwards



into the mothership



hands gliding on the smooth stair-rail



following the dip and turn



the brush of a bird's wing caught underlip



 



Someone has removed the concrete, its thick walls,



the gun-slits where arrows and then cannons flew



replacing it with glass cubes through



which the Channel swims in graphs



 



I'm going intergalactic



the concave tower enfolds me, wraps me



in its promises of safety within armadas;



whole fleets of ships cruising these waters



wouldn't know that I was here.



 



My footsteps flip lightly on steel stairs



I am the princess in the tower



Rapunzel letting down her hair



in high-density plastic



and rods of steel. If not for CCTV



and Security I would race up and down



these stairs matching my velocity



 



with the wheeling wind coming in from the sea



trapped into the cowls



on the roof-top, spinning, falling, leaping



dancing for all eternity.

 
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