• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 12
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Freeze Frame

This is all I know of myself.

Feet sewn to gravity,
Swept by tickling reminders of time,
Whispering in sweet nothings against my limbs
To tempt them into moving, into being.
My delicious illusion
Renders me striding across the world
Soaking its beauty like the sodden damp
Rivulets around each rocky toe
Until I am drawn outside my mind again
Waiting for the tide,
Unraveling its frieze behind me
(what is left of me)
Animating me into living.