nature poem

a nature that overtakes the concrete and absolute

a steeple of trees with blackbirds singing for the roots,

a rocket soars overhead but I don’t know why

a scraping on the roof of my head, the bed and the sky,

a bed of silent noise overlooks all

for the simplicity of human smiles reigns over and reigns tall

Poem created by Pierre, Manchester // Music, video & performance created by Carl Raven

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