The hatch’s eyes were glowing
Full of cellar lights
Flies whirred through
Out of a timeless thicket

In the thicket of timelessness
These moments existed
Because they are yet to come
Through mouths of stone-throwers

We were hidden in the night
In a crack of the station
Near Branko’s jowls
On a floor strewn with marbles

Glitter children
In search of faith
With red markers
From stairwell to stairwell

But the avenues longed for us
So we moved into the realm of leaves
Through a glowing hatch
Into the pull

A vast pull from yesterday
Full of bear cries
Amidst the glass houses
At the end of the downfall