Faced with a seemingly insurmountable task

That of compressing only the new into a bath

Flowing over with gently bubbling images

Which can massage the skin so well in stages



And then the realization hit me, less than half

Have been used already in three new parks

There is still as much again left in the arc

Which curves its beam all along the mark



Of thoughts expressed in ever-flowing words

Making it possible to fill even four to be heard

So I suspect I shall put it all now to the test

Transferring them from where placed at rest



Into a site set up into several new themes

From whence the work can shine in beams

Comprised of fragmented rays which deflect

Upon many, many parts of a world, so complex



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

1:45pm Sunday 1/11/98