A tree filled with angels, bright angelic wings bespangling every bough like stars

That is what eight-year-old WB said he saw on the green hill of Peckham Rye, London. I went there earlier this week and began this:


b

e: veryone must be:

aaaa! hgnnffffff ak:
..wnnnnnn dowww c
............lkkoutout out on:
so that’s ok, to be:
..................zzz eeee:

despite being
a stowaway: x
....khizs sizzz: x
.............wish you:
..........................I:
...........................was

enough:
being –a!o– enough:
tooo ttoo mch:

.........being
.........as good as alive
...ssssssssssssssssssh
..................................now:
alive as good
..hmg hmg odsssssh:
....................as being
heeeerrr:
................must be: t
...............................o

CK