Ours Was The Moon
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purely archival / giving the slip to the Brechtian ghetto / still searching for the romance / touch on notions of time and space / hear memory’s lighthouse keeper’s tattered manual of the lost and the lonely / charting a way forward again / always slipping back / never wanting the voyage to stop / watching the sky slave to the endless terrain.
Words: Johny Brown. Images: Inga Tillere