Autumn.
The sky streaked with silk parachutes
or by tears.
A sparkling epidemic.

think if the world truly tore in half it would seep blue.

New Theatre stages a lively foray into spaces geographical and utopian that calls into question the process and nature of meaning. Steudel's coolly cerebral 'Birch' sequence about Vladimir Ilyich Lenin's later life muses on power and identity, but is balanced by an intimate autobiographical long poem that gives quieter, equally surprising shorter pieces room to spike and bloom in this assured debut.