This isn’t finished, but I thought I’d share it with you anyway as a sort of working out loud post.  Plus my brain is fried right now. I can barely string these few sentences together.

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I’m not dreaming
my dark eyes see
a purple flower
next to a burnt
out tree

I smell the breath
of the Beast
hear his low growl
and snapping teeth

I remember
my youthful days
(i traveled lighter)
then

over sex drive
little insects buzzing
in my ear

The harpies were there
and the willow tree
and my mom’s friend too

purple rain fell

beneath my window
she talked about
the doves at night