underneath the bridge
summoned by dark forces
came a wayward minstrel
riding two white horses
upon the light of Saffaron
she twisted so sanguine
offered up this chalice
called it muddy wine
floated over shoulder stiff
and sat just behind
a burial dirge dethroned
the giant dandelions
in azure feathers and solemn steps
a following did appear
from grain and milk and coyote thoughts
from rain and silk and feeding troughs
a village on the move
chants in their own tongue
unwitnessed ‘cept traditions
in forested tunnel halls
anchors and ropes and finest spice
flippers and snouts and talon’s claw
centers on sacrifice
in order to sacrifice you must first care
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i am a bundle
just a little bundled ball
i am all wrapped up
surrounded
hounded
astounded
by how cold and warm
this lair is
i am stowed away in winter white
the snow holds me tight
all layered in ice
i barely move. breathing so shallow.
yet it glitters and sparkles here
it’s safe. nothing changes.
time does not enter
but hurries by on
broad wind currents
to tick tick tick
for others. but not for me.
i don’t want to be uncovered…