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Poetry by Somno Ambulavit

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(this) was left behind...
after the feathers you arrived in
pleated the dew heavy grass
beneath
morning's sun-bleached dress again
- ignoring all the questions i asked.

You - were my mirrored Soul

but after that clamor died
Distant smoke just lied
about that yawning hole...

- in this ridiculously turquoise sea

- beneath these impossibly
Azure skies

i describe this to myself...

the distant boy i never knew
distant from who I am now
yet somehow close to you

Now wayward garden

wends the vine
and roots
and Heart
into this song i only
barely hear now
about that missing &
...most costly part

Now only watered by eyes

- late at night
steeping this pillow ...or my dreams
(whether dreams are wrong ...or right)

(They never tell me what they mean...)

but reach some threshold
-- it would seem

there at the abandoned place

where you lay your head
...your fingers tangled
signing thin air

(and scent of Freesia - in your hair)

- still confusing
everything
i ever said
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- 773 Somno Ambulavit nunca scius