THE mouth of the cave gave mysteries
as butterflies spewed from it’s dark mouth.
The jack rabbit loped away toward the crested
ocean’s shoreline. The moon stared. Brilliant
silvery light upon the grounds around the dream
of the poet.
And words formed into dreams he could not write
until he slept / away from life \ toward the truth
of all that is real.
:: 06.23.2022 ::
June 24, 2022
The Cave of Mystery
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