• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 05
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Ride me, ride me

Ride me, ride me says the plastic toy who thinks it is a Derby winner

Swim me, swim me, says the empty pool who thinks it is the Mediterranean

Walk me, walk me, say the concrete slabs who think they are rolling landscape

Speak me, speak me, say the sagging wires who think they have voices of their own

Turn me, turn me, say the tired shadows who think they are part of the sun

Live me, live me, say the thousand bricks who think they are vital as air

Write me, write me, says the words of a poem who thinks it has a right to live