Time. Now the end begins. Again.
Psycotropic Hades. I purr peels of silver.
A hush.
I see the cure dissolve. Under my tongue.
A tab. A way through.
Other News. He found her scent.
She lent him her heat. Grey.
Glued to the dream.
It nailed her to me like steel.
The burrs prickle. Infinite tiny spears.
A seed of moonlight burbles. A sound of
bells.
I am fixed. Ripe things sway with the heat.
They take their time.
Slowly they drift through the seam.
Through twilit slits.
You only have to wait. It will find you.
You must let it happen. Like the moon.
Full In it’s circuit. The hiss and whir.
Terrible Saturnalia. We are lost.
Propped under purple violet.
I saw the dream once. Light under a doorway.
a tulip dying in drought.
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July 10 2022