#434 - the snore

 

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the snore

for sleep to dream again

 

unknown for its self of fact

like a flock inside, uncountable

uphill puff

a hillside of Solipsia

 

in syncopants

and up-put-with

your train arriving

 

a puff of varied, far

my stations of a cross

 

well sonorous as deep

and sometimes

quite the song

 

some like gull to tossed chips

a re-enactment

we’d worm the ear

here for a vast of far

 

cross-cut or some nights

go with the grain

 

long rolling snore of a seasay

rattle and trill until

a gruff harrumph

the chortle

three stooges fake

cruel play

 

into which what might one pour?

 

a bubble up snore

like digestion spoke

no one has claimed responsibility

 

can strung for communication

tinny tranny too and falter

 

cicadas on the inside out

the tinnitus footnote of a dream

 

and where a world went

we too heal

though you pause to purr

 

touch say can’t sleep through

the heart’s behind this all

soft touch

 

innocence awake

the birds and so

some sunshine