Monday, February 20, 2017

Liminal Valentine

His big ears
Get cold first
While his big feet
Rest in the sun
A figure of light
And dark matter
As on a mountain
Or walking on a shore
He feels he matters
In the light in the part
Where it’s pleasant
But in the night dreams
All bets are off
He cannot lie anymore
His cold ears fly off to glory
His warm feet plod the shore

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