beneath the glinting
surface of deceptions
the brandy of air
and consciousness
has snared a singing wraith
carrying my features to a breach
in the dream's receding coral
blankets of reverberating liquid scrolls
singing praise of the vision's receivers,
joy passing from generation to generation,
high stacks of garden beds
floating in bone linked grills,
gray claws of light behind giving walls
sending plumes of many multiplying dolls
furred and painted with digital scrapings
from the cave's last wall.
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