Flotsam above the bureau;
the mermaid mirror swims,
a butterfly filleting
a timeless abyss of
glinting fairy footfalls.

Rose powdered dusk
rolled over dead in
Goliath chains of
puce dark
epochs
ago.

A satiny black tulip
opens to reveal
a plume of pale
spirit fire,
a tassel
of golden lion’s
mane.

Day breaks the
enchantment of
night.
My eyes break the
glassy transmission
of sight with

s l e e p.

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