(Silvia, Hanging Bank, 16th of April, 2020)
We are in a world of walls
Captives
Practicing a new skill
How to move
Whilst standing still
It’s quiet
The day blinks with one tired eye
And kites circle
Over unclaimed valleys
Beyond the Black Mixen
Weathered signs point to somewhere
That feels like nowhere
I walk and walk
And dream of you
My half-forgotten path
Fading neural pattern
Loss is a gentle drying-out of the heart
A brittle touch of aged moss
Every night the world fades black
Every morning the world goes back to naught
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