hourglass flips I’m on my way to dormiveglia. sage smoke vespers propel my orenda, a shimmer globe, among cloud trails. scavenging flotsam from former scales and jetsam tossed to eddies, I’m adrift in mother night’s owl-winged domain. golden harvests of ageless symbols; chits — gathered fruit of querencia tree Dormiveglia – (n.) the space that…
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dVerse — MTB — Kiss of the Goddess
Quail from your downward darting kiss from Siegfried Sassoon’s, The Kiss quail skitter in yesterday’s green from under ferny parasols your face flickers, a cinema, downward; frayed cellulose reruns darting confabulation’s myth kiss me again, again ’til dust kiss without bed of delusion darting sparks; myth made manifest downward wrung, convergence breathes life your heart’s…
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