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Hypersleep

Long drawn quilted primrose,

                  cocooned

and draped,

sapling serving

tastes the nerve and purring

rolling an almond boat

at my side

curving

sleepy times,

poppy chimes,

and once or twice,

like fur unfurling,

             moth coded signals

linger on the moon

and arms yawning lazily,

cruise.

Blended barnacle;

Odyssey burning

till the eyes are steeped

in mighty

tides.

and breath on breath

             secures

all flesh for muse.

 

 

◄ Chess

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