By | 31 October 2021

(anthem / continuous loop)

Someday we will find ourselves
in a distant city

lost in embrace
without hour or minute



leaves to a bough
branches to a tree

birds will call us
in a chorus
(feathers to a wing)

to a window
the heat of a million
neons fading

it will be us
found in caress
without hour or minute,

dawn disappearing the stars &
carillons engraved on us

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