Recall of fields escapes

She dances in the mist
breaking this city in halves,
while the tune finishes
with a foot-trawl guitar stroke.

Tightly self aware
of her own gravity,
she reaches the empty spaces
away from walls.

Industrial recalls upon steam
blur headlights spots
on the thin leading path:
goals to reach along the trail.

Guiding two souls,
no whispering reaches her
in the occasional wind flows;
not a wing of desire.

But still, strongest
that the generators voices,
her unspoke crosses
the thick tissue of the city

linking together places,
connecting experiences:
in-between, correlations merge,
as an afterwards whole.