Tag: hibernation station


Sleeve notes illumine

Verbal diarrhea folk

Anti-static wipes

Sought and found beneath

A pair of purple cotton loons

Harbouring homeless titmice

Making swell for winter

Seeing Things



kept from the saddle by sleep and cider,

nestled in this cluttered room, this dimlit

hibernation station, wallow fallow in

the gathered gloom, the afternoon moon

this is the time for those who dream in daytime,

those who gather and hunt, those who like me

watch from windows, making shade from shadow,

form from substance, the things that dreams are made on.

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