Helicopters

	Places	States	Engines of Desire
Explanations	If I were still there I could explain to you who I really was	Fear	There's nothing here for me, just the dull roar of the engines winding down at the end of the day
Memories		Frustrated Love	tears	over	the	Twin Turntables	spin like rotors
					rippling
Memories		Sleep			roar	Helicopters	sound like deep trance
					of
Explanations	An oil rig	a return from			the
	an escape from	the clarity  of work			engine
					the
					rotors
					tearing
					the
					air
					and
					shaking
			Elemental	States	me
			Processes	Dominate	to
					sleep
						and I awake to the sound	of fuel being dumped	to the watery mountains
						to the grey light	reflecting	in the North Sea