My Monster.

In a dream

be it my monster

in the eyrie of leave-taking

be it my death

for the throes into the sea;

my monster

in the dark lassitude unsure

but illuminated

in which there is the torpid leg

of maple sap

warmed with hisses

of the sea;

my monster

through branches

befalls me.

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16 replies

  1. “In which there is the torpid leg of maple sap warmed by hisses”

    The vocabulary of this line alone makes me all tingly.

    👌Perfecto

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  2. Short of adjectives…loved it 😇😍

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Scary to think about too long…

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