Work Text:
From future lives we never lived,
We foresaw
A Nine ; A Twelve
And flammes, and ride
To the end of the world
And beyond
To the carefree summer.
Painted red and bright
The ennemies’ jersey ; our own hope
Carved at the back of his mind ; carried through every toss
In delightful yellow
Her very voice ; every cheers
Echoing on the court ; slipping in my head
From this city that knows nothing of us,
We disappeared.