Speed
With the scent of a sea storm I entrust the clock
to make a move in the direction of South
There at the bottom of the unseen mystery
is rolling the question
Fresh and protected by love or by money
the cards have been turned and there's only the guessing
Blossom - a day with neolithic distraction
I hear there's nothing better than stay
Undoing the past and releasing the creature
the one that no one has asked for
and no one will truly believe.
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