The Fields

On the day of our lively birth
we do not remember
but in this land
a gathering of stranger friends
in the fields
we'll undergo.

Take your seat on the bus
eager passenger;
brothers and sisters
of intimacy, surrender.

Swimming in the waves of music
our liberated bodies danced around the fire
holding hands in
the world; we lived in it rather than on it.


  • Tony36

    Great write

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