Even if I could reverse the clock- repel the second hand, I’m not sure that I wouldn’t be where I now stand. With toes curling on the cutting edge, Of this windswept, rocky ledge. Below. The Animated, Equine Sea, Calls me to her, Shamelessly. Above?... Vermillion skies. And Goodbyes? I’ll say them as I’m freefalling. Me calling! – But no replies!!
Reason for writing:
A recurring dream that I have;- Always falling.
Birth sign: Gemini
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