Saturday, 8 March 2014


There is this big sheath of gauze
That I'm spinning under my wing
Right now
Threading weaving knitting
Under brow
It's coming together like a well spoken tale
Told in hushed breath
Feathery whispers
And when it is done this dewey duvet
I am going to fly around late at night
Early morning before dawn
And swaddle us all in the quiet comfort
That comes with sleep
Basted in drool

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