memory, fantasy, dream

great dragon


clear smoke

mind open mouth ready

digging in the soil again day

with any hat on

live the drop of silk trailing down

my arm cools it as it slides feeling salt

no eagerness to rest-ended

sleep comes even as death

the sliver working, working, working

making honey for the head

swiveling on shoulders hunched before the web

the spider sitting with the fly

there is always time to really watch while there

take the intimate out

pass the wound

pass it!

dry it in the sun

sweet raisin home

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