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Night Journeys
from Days of Mercury
A time sketch summons from
someone else’s dream
Lyric in sense memory
a pulse of escape
trapped inside reason
a vaulted motive
recalled by forgotten objects yet
of such vibrant emotion,
the bodies rewound out of the room
Sometimes shards of music
fade in or out
sometimes collapsed bloodcells
are heard
sometimes amniotic touch is felt
times a whispered beat is not heard
Dance shadows of planets
a simulant echo
in the womb of the dead
the livid pool
of mercury spirals
vanished at horizon
Rarer still
overtures of dying
rarer than soundproof grief
rarest still,
the soul’s maze
its battlements crumbling
in the concert of the days
The formal dismissal
heralded by trumpets
that left
your heart
your room
your halls
your house
as the specter
turned away
from the glare
off the iron gate
that let me float out.
Still, your voice
echoing in me
down that vanished path.
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