The Wood’s Creak Keeps Me Up.

The hickory’s

charred embers, bathed

in lava

red clarity;

untold chimeras climb,

slow river lazy,

sedulous tendrils’ whispers,                                                                                                   

lassoing your mind,

that tendered calf,

soon converted to gelatin,

licking the collagen restraints

of a ghost

off your fork.

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