• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 03
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Blink!

Look!
he said,
angel arms!
Time stared back at him,
wings folded.

Meanwhile,
the sun,
a sliced blood orange,
slid into the sea,
saved from time,
(again).

Soon, he will take flight.
Lenses dilated,
he will slip into the water
a small boy,
Time’s fugitive,
lost in paradise.

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