The Pattern Room

The Pattern Room
The hinterland
City streets
Remote resorts

Feverish
Primitive
Lines of force

Against careers
Fathers too
… Space and freedom

We know not where
We’re going to
We’re just leaving

The rhythm
The rustling
Of colours
The yearning
To understand
All that’s felt and seen

Ideals and hope
The pattern room
Pioneering

We know not where
This bridge leads to
That we’re building

The rhythm
The rustling
Of colours
The yearning
To understand
All that’s felt and seen

The rhythm
The rustling
Of colours
The yearning
To understand
All that’s felt and seen