A hushed frenzy
I can see so far backward

It’s nice in the dark
Watching shapes change

Will you stay
The boxes are full but not sorted

The air here makes me dizzy
Maybe I’m not breathing right

Pulled through hallways
Home is always further away

They watched us from the hill
Dust swirled in the night like a galaxy

Belief is in a fern
Roots are not meant to be forever

Let’s unlatch the fence
Wild things will become overgrown

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