swallows in the Jacobean space
shape the air
lift the eye away from history and carved panels
flit in and out
make nonsense of past power history and wealth
their wings cut through absolute present
dazzle and shade
settle in crannies between beam and slate
at rest in facing pairs
a heritage panel informs that bats
live somewhere around the tower
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