Restoration of sorts ?

I await that feral beast,

the north-east

with its punctual waves to reclaim

these sullen antropological shores,

deodorise the stench

of one long commodified summer,

restore our identity of sorts...

I await my ebullient mate,

the north-east,

to sift through

the petty demarcations

of our viral universalism.

That we may scramble at a tangent

against the wholesale liquidation

of this bar-coded nation