bench beneath the hawthorn

03/01/2026
03/01/2026
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These moves we make on landscape

Through light that soaks the skin

Our fragile surface hidden

Under stories stretched so thin

Shadows cast yet moving

'cos our only choice is spin

Let's find a place of shelter

Eight minutes from afar

In darkness peace and stillness as we

Hide from the nearest star

I am

You are

We are

Rising body heat

Silver columns building

It shimmers off the street

Let's run towards the contrast

It'll make us both complete

Building

Basement

Glasshouse

Waiting motorcar

Escape the city island and

Hide from the nearest star

The places on the hillsides with

A solitary tree

Branches leaves and bird songs

Ignoring gravity

Let's fill the world with places

Where shadows set you free

That bench beneath a Hawthorn

Will you join me quietly?

While field and city blaze

And heat turns the world to char

But darkness brings us comfort as we

Hide from the nearest star

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