• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 05
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In the world | In my mind

In the world and
In my mind
Rivers yearn
To be sea
The globe is a cloak
And it shelters from fear
We navigate the fur
And do not tame the wild
We do not hack off
Hollow horns to treat
An obsolete malaise
In the world and in me
There is a scent in the air
And it gallops across
Old paper maps
Taking off, ignoring borders
And landing on a new day
Where we wake up again
And we see everything
For the very first time‎.