- Vol. 04
- Chapter 10
In the turquoise moments of ice-like dust, I slap my tongue to produce mosaic-like chants. Swimming in the ocean of hubris soliloquy I hear a million heartbeats, throbbing sustenance of equality, of integrity, churning in my vertebrae the blue ink the grey ink, the colourless ink to smash the vintage basket of hypocrisy. As I discover a bridge of white light sharp, eccentric gleaming on my naked skin unfolding the glitters of blue water, unveiling the reverie of scampering lizards, all into my mouth, poking the veracity of this pendulum that strikes truth with its each swing. I, discover my lost dust, backwards yet forward now.