Thea Gilmore
Willow
The rhythm
The flicker
Of each screen
Gets quicker
Than heartbeats dance feet

But Hope left
A window
Open
And you know
She don't speak in code

We will bend like willow when it comes down

Show me
Your two hands
Imperfect
Human
And quiet rushes in
Sing to me
Scream at me
Dance with me
Dream of me
That's where we begin

We will bend like willow when it comes down
Show me the lines on your faces
Give me then break of the wave
There's angels in each of the spaces
And God in the stories we save

We're 32 flavours of chaos
We're wired and we're tired and we're slow
Don't let the numbers play us just
Let it go let it go let it go