New City from New City by Brace Brace

There it is now.
I came in to the New City
To crafted harmony
And temperate bicycles
And strolled and strolled and strolled
Of course
And leant awhile
High on the million edges
Observing...the tolerance

There’s never a no one not awake.
‘All of this could be yours.’
Said the gentleman
He’d been at me for years
And now he leant in close
He did not hold with anything
Or it’s opposite...

He could un-cut grass and he knew no pity
His offer - to accept the palette
The tidiness in this disorder.
I was devout...
in turning away from all hereafters
But this was really nice.
I would know joy and wear grace like the neck gables.
Then as puddle rain thrown back up into clouds
I everted...
And saw me in all my creation.

Get thee behind me I told him
Get thee behind me I told him
Get thee behind me I told him
Get thee behind me I told him

I’m jumping...
You won’t catch me.

• Dystopian
• Electronic
• Experimental
• Performance Art
• cinematic
• downbeat
• United Kingdom