Continuum
William Doyle
Gazing over the unbuilt
From the air, a patchwork quilt
Evergreen and unending
Fenced off from our footsteps
Then pockets of impact
Crushing togethers of steel (glass and flesh)
Toggling between these two illusions
There is a grey area
We gotta move out, we gotta move out
We gotta move out, we gotta move out
We gotta move out, we gotta move out
We gotta move out
Outward, outward
We gotta move out, we gotta move out
We gotta move out, we gotta move out
We gotta move out, we gotta move out
We gotta move out
Outward, outward
Out into the continuum
Not the sprawl of the before
We gotta move out, we gotta move out