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| leaving traces of rubber and the sound of wires i follow you up the suburban hill monochrome road and sky vacated buildings contaminate and threaten slowly following those who built them into the earth (beyond a surprised star of broken glass a purse a jacket lying on rubble) unfinished trees streaked with anaemic moss caramel swirls of dog shit at their roots (one bears the imprint of a child's shoe) i walk under seige turned inwards remembering other hills blonde flatlands plateau red houses blue fish lapis lazuli and snow a lighted window flesh movement stillness i draw level with you no breath no words your glance i walk forward only because you do |  |