F L A G S H O P  

my darling,
let me show you
the flagshop

it lies on a large stone in the fog and breathes quietly
as braids of silent horses drift in & out of this meadow
weaves waters into winds, Balls over shadow
the moons have ripples, the flags are silent
-ly humming

One of the eagles slowly awakes
they call in the salty morning

the day is slowly building
a gate
(for all transitions)

it is the flags
we're weaving