• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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Pedal a fantasy on the ocean bed

It foams into falcon wings
which fly towards the beach,
Or breaks into a blossom
made of wind, water and withdrawal,
Or pulses in the pulmonary veins of your dreams
that begin with time and end in me

I stand within the reach of the riptide,
It sinks into a whisper like a promise kept

My feet melt into the frequency

Every time you reach now,
I don't flinch anymore