When seen time pulls you back
can not be real this valley of dreaming
It is not real but timeless
a small cut in the far off trees small as moss from here.
To walk on it one would slip out of time itself
something eternal here

Turn away and the bus comes distorting all perspective
you fall back into a small place
free of eternity
met with pleasure of commodity
stare back and you can’t believe it
you will never be able to believe it
not in this time maybe somewhere far off

To live was to be within it
folded into the place
how did they live here? How did they fold into it?
I am apart a part of other particular order
the valley asks you who you are
it never stops asking

google earth shows me those places,
uninhabited now but teeming with life
hiding from the miners
hiding from the exploit
life is enveloped here folded into the fabric
from here it looks like fabric spread over
protect life fabric hide away scare them away.