Faces in a smoke filled room, peering
Hands from the murky shadows
In the forge
Eyes in the back of your head
I think of you sometimes
Creatures of shade
At your back, hovering
Figures in the ether
In birds eye view
Beads and jewels lurking
Among mustard gas smog
Aged by fog, faded
Too old for games
An old dog’s tricks
Let the snowfall cover the floorboards
Let the trees outgrow their frames
Blow smoke to the corners, billowing
Lose your way
Footfalls caught in dreamcatchers, spiralling
Nightmares ride just beyond the dusk
In the forge
Scientific dreamscapes
Smudged memory fantasies
Play with me
Birdwing beats, beguiling.


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