Movements stuck like gaps
In my memory
Across the shape in the window
Crossing over bridges
Like a lesson to be learnt
With sounds rustling
Across the dockyards
Echoed in yesterdays news,
Growing untracked
Behind locked doors
Combing the truth
Against the second time
We met
And the street lights
That moved one step closer
To
all coming on.
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