My feet are digging into the ground
the tips of my hair clinging to the air
I breathe sometimes, when I remember
and blink. Dust chews at my gums.
It is time, you say it
will take care of everything.
A riptide and sweet empty wind
full of salt and bees.
But I see things falling,
words and dreams, a story
I imagined and built of
foam and sunlight beams.
They fall, under my stomach
into my guts and bowels
it is time, you say, it
changes. But I´ll call it gravity.
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