Forests split in two by asphalt musings

Fog hovers lost over what remains

In-between weather stained branches and berry chains dancing

magpies navigate routes to the treasure trove.

Three pillars fortified fly posted luminous

shopping arcades and chemical silos

Cobel freight ferries docked on the muddy banks of this fair city lost

Flashbacks to Brands Hatch - lines of the railroad rust under the belly of this generation

Cancerous lungs in these petri dish ponds

White albums white wash the hillsides with ivory key conversations

Everywhere around us - down roman roads and up castle hills.

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