“A dictionary of shelter” —John Tranter, “Lufthansa Flying over violet-crumble seas, eyes bulging as the rockrushes by (a sense of stained-glass futures, a fatal dioramaI’m descending through time with an airman’s precision—the shroud of a cloud’s lop-sided laptop strata slips a little as I glimpse the patchwork, or a field, or a metaphor (andbank (becoming…