advanced graffiti

you are made of toffee wrappers
torn up songs on yoghurt cartons
hair dye bleach
and cherry pips
dare i call you all one miracle
made of seaweed sand and porridge
when your breath is turned to snow
in that moscow railway carriage
where the ghost trains
come and go

you are made of light and music
cabbage happy joyous free
you are the word of now and forever
which grew from no-thing
and fell from a tree.