Sworn in by tranquility

Bound for the lucid havens, the
promising stars among the
arcane wastelands of numbness,
the inhospitable scenery of your
nocturnal hours.
After calm has washed
the static off our
judgment — as if it was
dust on our skin
under the
waterfalls — sworn in by
we got our desires to speak:
to expose the treasure map markings
of the places, all we ever wished for

Kerim Mallée

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