Standing without places
Rotation into phases
Neon constellations
Echoing the namelessCities without limit
Carpeted and endless
Quilted emigrations
Moonrise in our facesStay until we call it homeDistant western gazes
Swollen hearts in vases
Fugitive embraces
Packed away in casesComfort is a siren
Radiant and instant
Scattered by the movement
Moonrise in our facesStay until we call it home
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