• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 02

The Magician

I want to hold somebody
but it's impossible.
A new world is calling
with a voice of syrup and honey.

I walk past the strawberries,
through a meadow to a river.
The magician evaporates in my veins.
By a bridge, algae wraps round my cold ankles.
I'm an empty shell, not what I was.
A nun is standing on a hill.
Starlings fly above her.
A swan, duck and frog see my journey.
Spirits will open doors at the bottom of the sea.