The Dream Approached

The dream approached my ear, I listened
As it crept from the house bones to the bed
Each grain of transmission thumbing through space
To ring the bell of a den designed for reverie

Its groan churned as if by pestle, in a wraith-forged mortar
In night-glaze habit, my suitor
Whispered star breath like screams

Even the hazel-note din
Would not rouse my sea to storm by cracking
This careful encasement of fire in the fetal position

Waking is cataclysm so my ear
Heeded nocturne, which sopped
The vessel but not the sheath of flame within

A heart’s wheeze condensed
The sternum, I acquiesced
As my rib mast pooled with night
To eclipse the beast.

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