Again The Sunset is identity multiplied over and over again by what it touches. It moves. It is a song, a speech, a story... It is a hard rock made hard when you hold it. It is quiet. And then it gets so loud...
We work to continue and continue to work, we move what needs to be moved and sing what needs to be sung about deceptive stones, dubious clouds and hopeless histories of love. Working to work and moving to be moved is active hopefulness chasing reward.
Not hopeless at all, physical and emotional labour prepare for a friendly combat. They nudge, they push, they pull and then high five as they know they are stronger allies when the storm comes down.
A love song is given a new shape.
A concert is moved.
A dance appears and a body recalls stories from the past.
We think in song
we sing in thought
we work to work to work.
We work to work to move to move to be moved to be moved to be moved.
We are sitting in the sun,
The sun is setting,
We are the sunset.
We the colours between yellow and red,
We are the sunsets, every single one.