(anthem / continuous loop)
Someday we will find ourselves

in a distant city
lost in embrace

without hour or minute
knitted
twirled
leaves to a bough

branches to a tree
birds will call us

in a chorus

(feathers to a wing)
to a window

explain

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