Last night I had a dream attack
when my heart stopped breathing
but I’d saved the last rain water
of summer to pour over my feet
on the first full moon of fall
or something like that almost
thereby narrowly aborting
the usual sequences mandelbroting
my mellow masturbating
my manumission
so yes I admit
I’m a cult in respect
of love and loneliness
my celibate other half
running around the yard
hedge blade in hand.
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