Creased grass enumerates my rest.
A moist body burdens the ground.
Sleep is aching for me, breathless.
I lie as a mosaic aside the speckled shade.
Dreams happen to me, the appleless me,
Like a suitcase I am opened for rummage
Tossed and teased about the sluggish vault
Gigantic tales, the bounty of grandfathers.
And then to feel the coiled muscles, again
The images dissolve into will.
Elements follow and I find the animal
Whoring my symbols to the banality of life.
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