Cars grew attached to the tarmac,
shopping centres turned empty.
The days of the week dissolved.
We lived on in months
that faded into seasons.
The garden turned a jungle
of crops we’d planted
when everything was still open.
Sometimes we were scared, but you’re not
scared a lifetime. We made space, step
after step we walked backwards to the sidelines.
What remained: a smaller world to inhabit,
a sky full of birds and stars, the bliss
of those who exist in order to exist.
Ingmar Heytze
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