With all time, the wild waits
and watches for weakness
to erase our track—
each and every pending joy
prolonged in one place
beneath the sky
swallowed up, overgrown,
like it was before
it trained us, you and I.
With all time, the wild waits
and watches for weakness
to erase our track—
each and every pending joy
prolonged in one place
beneath the sky
swallowed up, overgrown,
like it was before
it trained us, you and I.





