Etheric Melatonin
Dream is a canopy, housing shadows of silent gentlemen.
The unheralded tireless calipers syncopate with yesterday’s echo.
Echoes of lizards dancing in fermented winds people.
The weight of sleep crashes like jellyfish under crescent moons.
Encounters with ethereal tones • in bright tangents
Peel away the layers • the uneaten dandelions
Hopscotch toward the vulture’s whispering • certain fall