see how the city walks

out of step but synchronised

synchronised and out of time



limbs outstretched and we imagine that we could look like stars upon

the bathroom tiles and pavement cracks

out against the night



the ground we tread has turned to tracks

a cycle of seasons with no turning back



aura winds are blowing cold in the bright lights of this city



we are all passers by



treading harder - i wish you'd say out aloud

treading water - i wish you'd sink out of sight



i wish you'd sink