HEADLAND Risen like a sewer of precognition, of lacertilian biotite folds, cerebral lobes, anacoluthic evocations of Coatlicue, risen directly from Tory Island's ocean floor, cankered into its own principle of petri-growth, with heather, like rooted nightcrawlers, swarming between the bony plates extending along its crest, Dun Bhaloir turns its headless head to eyelessly stare into the Atlantic's horizontal dark blue depth-- flat shades, which are a banished Adam to this apple-tree abyss of
erective crag.