A dream of moth & hummingbird.

The ape awoke from a dream of moth and hummingbird.

And, in his dim reality, they were as the embers,


the realm of his cage.

He held them brief

within his sad-eyed gaze,


with breath,

they were away.


The mage, shadow player & sage, seeing the ape’s awake,

scraped from the smelt

– base metals and spatula-trace –

and conjured some new reshape

in the mouth of his dark cave.



Moth and hummingbird are moonlight bathers.

They trace the wax and the wane,

and, with wing, they lace

discourse, desire

and the dream air of

the higher states.


Their flight is breath to the embers


dark caves.

Their breath is flight





bars of cage.

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