If matador is both macho and adorer, mask and mother.
Where are we in this chapter?
 
If peace is both picador and saviour...
Stepping stone and tablet...
 
Why can’t we capture?...
I know we were meant to meet us
These fragmented foals, sweet strangers...
So why can’t we seal us?
When we know the things that make us
Open, closed and patient – omni-dimensional...
 
You’re calm yet persistent, I’m a bloom that has its own blood
And we’ve learnt to take it here, on the edge of premise...
Chasing and charging us...
Until one day we’ll free us. Like hail weather– pressure conscious.

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