A wakeful can rolls over the gutter, ’tis caught up the waking wind.
Outside the Asda, the not so superstore, where the doors are closed and the world is the same.
A painful world, standing out in the rain.
It’s a world where men in orange jumpsuits sit, they’re waiting for rain.
Or pain, an escape almost knowing that freedom awaits at the makeshift pearly gates.
Drove past the docks with structures lit up, perceived as giant horses as if of troy, really huge cranes, but nothing like birds.
All desperate to see what’s going on in the world as a matter of some kind of crazy urgency.
(C) Livvi


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