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[jadedinoblivion]

dreams of -ing

watched willows eek
from fissures, vine throbbed out
of crevice; soil and sweat. i slept last
night, i slept. i slept of 'to'

my dew of wildflowers
knocked on knolls of glass, reticent.
marvel. all was silence and root strums,
movements of veined malt, pulsing real

brilliant expansiveness. writhing
and wretched curiosities. truth is an impossible
finger webbing of little, soluble magics and this,
replete with fireflies, burns a savoring in tongues.
this is inarticulate, this curdles words.

the wax has trapped the last eyelash
and it will not melt. this human body is too full
of black stars; brim dark as charred wheat.

the enchantment is another want,
caught somewhere,
calm amidst wishbone and lungs

the air pushes
out. the out pulls in, into, all borne of pretty
unattainables. a delicate wing to soft palate.

vigorous footprints of imps etched
along the waltz of the cheek;
there is a fragile art to the red of eyelids,
the hushed iris, a tastebud sore and heavy.

i have met them, these little infinities--
they tread upon us in our sleep.