Salt Fields
Are we lost my friend?
Here is my muse.
My trance.
That I created
As I walked your salt fields last night.
The breeze,
A beast of burden
Came to rest in my arms.
The sea never felt so at home.
For they said,
Every word I spoke
Took shape
Like living things,
Casting moving shadows,
Dancing to a rhythm
Lost.
In the abyss of my soul,
My being.
And with every step I took,
Did I grow younger!
And the lead I have been given for blood
I felt it move.
And though it could hardly be more real,
It was as if my feet wouldn't touch the ground.
Nevermind, I left traces.
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