Braided Clouds…


Braided mixed-emotion clouds
bridge distance from
surreal heavens to pragmatic earth
on a bemused twilight~
myopic, forlorn, sepia
all before know-it-all gaze
of a bay entangled
in her own riddling reflections.

The unbridled waters flow
unhindered by the broken bridge
of propriety, bending rules
beyond recognition,
and like Jack’s beanstalk
the cloud tower tethers sky and soil.

For dreams to climb
on tippy toes under night’s oblivion
to enact themselves
in psychedelic splendor
on straits of Morpheus
those strewn
in opium-kissed poppies
sighing hallucinations…

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