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344





The 344 swings around silver walls,
waltzing tall. Steel and aluminium:
this albert-chain pavilion

ties Vauxhall to gardens so elegantly
over-drawn; ties embankment cormorants,
parliamentary eloquence.

Wine-sweat skin; we glisten and throb
and now, whistling, light one thousand filaments -
Eastern, bright and brilliant.

Spin on spin, the rustle and pushing
of our limbs binds us, watch to button-hole;
elbow knocks and telephones.




344 Vauxhall bus station (Arup Associates, 2005) Vaux-hall by Thomas Rowlandson, et al. An extract from Vanity Fair (1848) by William Makepeace Albert Embankment




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