In the room with the
wolf wallpaper (sorry tom)
the moon rose between
the cracks in the floor
there was no door no window
and in the moonshine no floor
That with no name rolled in a sleep
casting shadows deep
one two and four
no more
In a moment of missing time
a reality grew from trees
that sheltered golden bees
they swarmed
into the sky a cloud black and grey
creating night in the middle of the day
But that with no name remained the same
From the trees fell monkeys to the floor
they demanded more
reality neutrality brutality
from their fallen seeds
weeds like names
Grew
threw their lasso
around the nameless drew it in to
tie it down to
names time and remembrance
Encumbrance
redundance
a dance of you and I
who are you
why am I
are we
but a small drop
in the sea of possibility
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