Open Letter to Silvan Schmid

Charged air either a dervish,

came out on the back foot, a chandelier or

wayfaring anacrusis

to the other three, meat eating. bent in, fluted

lately, lastly... I cannot recall but it

disquiet rang out,

out of range: implied a suspension and

“Open up that window”

- but valve being valve, referenced the nub,

being covered,

and covered hole-step

first, let go

an aeolian grace. by and Me, I was out that

said-same window; all

you sat in the film:

Tom Wheatley London, 2020