dream-state

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voices
shake awake from sleep
while crows gently peck open
my sleepy kohl lined eyes
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carelessly smudged
at corners, black dotted…
feeling weird I wonder, ” should
I resort to smudging?”
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on another tack, harbinger
crows caw messages and a
chisel falling from the sky softly
adheres to my limp right palm
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as if it were a magnet or made
of velcro, homing in…. it was
getting curiouser and curiouser
by the minute…
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sitting on upper limb of still bare
tree crows watch me; beady eyed
necks going pendulum, forgetting
normalcy of scavenging
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more taken or driven
to supervising my careful paring,
sculpting skill…. I wonder if they were
artists in another life…
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lopping off a good sized block
from nearby storm felled tree
lying belly up, my right hand
feverishly begins chiseling
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eyes closed, artistic fingers in manner
of reading braille, with sure strokes sculpt
bone structure of that beloved face with gentle
eyes from numerous dreamscapes
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a silent plea rises from grieving
heart beseeching “in case you feel
an urge to peck, kindly spare the
eyes as they belong to my beloved…”..
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sagaciously nodding, the crows
take off in unison bearing away the
sculpted head they’d just commissioned
and my eyes heavy with sleep lower lids..
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