a home and a hub, HQ and hostel
for itinerant activests from hither and yon
who garnish it with games dances pictures words songs
a story writ larger and larger each day

lie by me down here, scratch soothly my scalp
hold my hand in yours
I’ll forget many things, but never this night,
for this place, and you, I adore.

space big enough for expanding minds
gaseous volumes of soul and conscience
shove walls outwards and wards aside
a meadow of meaning and the truly alive

peopled by passionate, madburning flames
the ones for whom there is no surrender-
the workshop, the fort, the castle in the clouds
sustainable, inspirational splendour.