• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 03
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When My Shadow Called Out Loud

Standing on a wooden groyne
This nebulous shadow of mine
called out to my timorous soul
—at the far end of the skies
the clouds begged to settle down
when my mind reflected my thoughts
upon the silvery darkening surface
of the sea; the clock tickled each second
with a thought before an afterthought
I flipped my arms above
Ready to dive into the sea
Unknown to the world under the waters
I become like a pillar of salt
Waiting to melt into the sea
When my shadow called out loud