Unfortunately it's probably too long to type out on a malfunctioning smart phone. 8 sections in all. I'll do the first for you.
1. The news comes in from the Tarim Basin,
that the passes are blocked by fresh falls. Ice forms
upwards from the floors of gravel & inwards
from the sides, the train is halted by needs quite
unforeseen in its schedule. Rock tumbles in
pretty cascades. The base-line of the 'time is
money' quadrant shifts to take up new stress;
only the line of major ripple still twists
free, trapping air under the crystal. The muse
in reckless theophany gives a familiar yell:
juniper, moss agate, jurassic boredom glows in
the empty waiting room. The fire is an unreal
mixture of smoke and damp; the reason for
this is unmusical, in stoic silence by the door.
2. Readable at Easter, the arrows flash to the lonely
mark and spell ruin quite quickly, in fact make
up the letters in triple nourishing layers. Beyond
this, light and some kind of extraction, the heart-
felt sighs drawn off like grass- there's nothing in
the way of dawn with its bald patches, why don't the
men on the other side get up & do it? The heart
has its excuses, no friend waits who has not met
the postman half-way down the beach, calmly in-
different. Wake up wake up he shouts through the
open window and you reach for the time, feeling
the warm air & its wax. Otherwise the rest is just
absolute; right down at the foot of the butress a mark
of wasted affection lies awry, all falling apart.