When she touched the artifact, it collapsed into a heap of fine dust.

They ran in place with full packs for an hour.

As I sat in my Virgin seat, I spotted an enormous fat bloke waddling towards me and thought: Please, God, not him. There's nothing worse than sitting next to a heaving heffalump on an 11-hour flight, not least because they eat all the best food.

Because the poems are an investigation into the nature of time, it is important to be aware of the overall temporal architectonic of the love-cycle.