as quick as cauliflower in
the eye of a comet before
a meeting of the parliament of shadows
moondrunk & sparkled with
the opals of a distant galaxy
dancing on a bridge of crows
my teeth in a sling
demonstrating fire
with a flowering hand in
the last important railway station
as ivory & iron making
a forest out of fur
missed by a miniscule
mistletoe in the slippery mist
before my first discovery
of mr. bumbershoot’s third house
nobody ever knew about
the parliament of shadows meeting
in secrecy
a lion in the wintry tomb
sleeping amongst the ivy
midnight white
streaking through night on
the winds of candledust seeds
as fast as a pharaoh
in the eye of a comet
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