Hello, is what you dream
flight, soaring, and the suCH?
toward heaven-white clouds
(quartering with sickly ponies,
those mOments between
turgid-wise in mud-ded frowns)
Breathing Warm Welcome. Hot-foggy-open-circle mouth of
Welcome and bosom in to lay, with heart beats, with hot breath, with forever
(left-gone-in between torture
the moments in between Judas-cradle torture
in that instant gone)
Warmth wakes me up to snow fall.