He blinks and night is day
Adam Mars-Jones: ‘Light Perpetual’, 17 June 2021
“... up. He sees the London smoke is only a footstool. Above, the rain as it leaves mounts in a curving wall, immense, slate grey, slate purple. An anvil, pulling back. At the very top, it cauliflowers. It goes to bumps and lumps and smoothed-out tiny battlements too complicated for your eyes, but all crisp and clear.Even in his first appearance, on the day of the ... ”