A Call

it’s very far away

but i have known longer roads

a step, a jet and sitting

song after song


throwing away paper

discarding everything transforms me

then there’s a body

how her colours always cry


surfing, colliding with the sky

remembering fruit too tart to chew

a drinkable river

life cuffed only by trees


so wood is endlessly impassable

it calls me home

strapped to string and metal

i am truly a tangle without that world


and would that corrupted lives smiled

would our meat was fast

i see my mask

know, i know my task



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