Words to those Airborne

Terra Firme bullshit
words to those airborne
for those who swim
I bring my treasure on a wavelength.

We both have tasted time as land that gallops on a wave
For the time we seek
We touch a memory that vibrates.

Home on a wavelength is always
a prophecy.
I listen as I talk to the meter, it said
Come rest on my shoulder
Come in the best sigh

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