an appealing ring of bellables
resounding first from around the ferry
'Victoria' -- the name like a lotus
bright lights, paralizing edifice Empress
enterprizes parading themselves proudless
on leaf-blown litterfree streets.
But what do you, really,
Et voila wandering,
red-lit this, curtains-art= voices
poems reading --residing
spinning my insides out
sounding me reeling
creeling your hopes / howls / dreams
You, Victoria.
We've found the breath.

Sarah Gay, September, 1996