We gathered together
like leaves in bad weather
we huddled in hollowed husks
All that is left now
of what asylum once was
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We gathered together
like leaves in bad weather
we huddled in hollowed husks
All that is left now
of what asylum once was
What powerfully beautiful images you use – everything seems to be ended (‘like leaves in bad weather’) or broken down (‘hollowed husks’). There is little refuge or asylum in such empty, unforgiving spaces. Thank you for this.