This is left
An old man sitting on a bench
A Cane
Supporting the sun which will not support us
A Broken World
In full repair
A Race
Time itself, against time
Love Pulling
Us to ourselves to see the waters rising, against water itself
Oh how you have tried, so hard, so tired A Tide of Trends
Documenting ourselves, against documenting itself
A Key
Which opens something so far lost replaced by a code replacing itself
A Perpetual State
Of just about to collapse as collapse fights desperately against itself
Love Pulling
A female voice from far away becoming clearer, stronger, against silence itself
This is left
A half-forgotten story and have remembered songs
A Music
Made of the silence found between notes of time vibrating and marking a moment itself
A Making
That is each now, that ever was ever will be you in constant construction, against construction itself
A Woman hugging a child
On the grass in a daisy strewn park watching a boat taking water, taking time itself
A Swinging door
On a rusted hinge shrieking open and closed outside and in, inside and out, interchangeability itself
A Balloon
Half floating in dirty air drifting defying accepted truths like gravity, against gravity itself
A Shore
Defined by the sea which has become a wall invisible and real, a single wave against singularity itself
Love Pulling
The separation together stitching the fabric of want into the whole from which we became, against becoming itself