WHERE WE SLEEP

Harvesters came

for the hay

 

Between the icon’s window

and the sunset's 

non-Euclidian

horizon

 

Birds returned

from the fields 

silenced at Vespers,

camouflaged

and sheltered

by ground, shrub, and trees.

 

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Enemies camped

in the woods

 

Taking the archetypes of dreams

out on patrol

 

Any thought

of sulfur, salt, and mercury

 

Gave territory away

for pyrite’s foolish likeness.

 

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Know doubt

no problem

 

Hear and see

imagination

 

How we got here

how we left

Two stories shifting

angled perspectives

 

In either meaning

intending neither