Undulant dreams the moon
a pin above the roof,
a wheel above the dog sky
rivulet orange burns and hungry clouds.
Rafters humming tell do tell
spider shivers that’s how
and the Caspian ceiling
pulses (and) pulses (and) pulses.
A warm sill, a wisp
and a red drape curtain,
an ancient bulb crinkle
and shadows hunt the walls.
Must be time lost
in a chest somewhere here
must be, photographs,
splinters of memory
traipsing the crown, the spire,
laughing notes and musty
cardboard boxes buried
mysterious and poignant.
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