Stoat

Softly
Draw a room with air
Moving through the lungs
The hands, the body

A stoat moves through the shadows

A moment alone
Under a clear plastic dome
These walls are built out of light
The movement of others is paused

Faceless enemy fleeing
A circle of thread
System expanding
Burrow warm by the riverbed

A stoat moves through the shadows



Credits
Writer(s): Lydia Brambila
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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