[You] blanket dive into a puddle


Try dreaming. In your dream, you awake
in search of new dreams, fool’s gold. You

don’t keep circumstance while cresting
brazen. Arch your crescent bow

around me— We’ll step in. To an orange
moon after sunset, you say, too much—

You ask how can it be all this? For us all—
Reflects the moon. We could question

concrete; curse this flaking path, dry cave
& rock. Or, thread across lines, weave

something strong. Exquisite. We’ve
all crossed lines— doesn’t matter now;

this twisted choosing about what fills us.
So, please; blame less than bitter honey,

dusky looks—scales shimmering past
this pink pool song.

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