Sideways on my journey,
I saw danger in our haste,
aimlessness in our purpose.
I saw the misunderstanding of hope
in our constant shaping nothing out of nothing.
I saw the seasons turning.
I saw them, the last saviours of the world.
© BH, 2025
Passing landscapes. Nature sidelined. Subliminal danger, subliminal salvation. Somehow it needed the numbers to separate the three ideas.
I’ve illustrated this in three parts - 1 - 2 - 3. Judge for yourself if that works.
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