A Dream...recorded in the night
without a date stamp,
so when, & of Who?
...a face, half of which
is covered by a mask;
the other half,
where the cheek should be,
it's all been eaten away
and it's been reconstructed
with stories,
story after story...
he had no feet
and he is perched
on the window ledge
like a vampire or an angel,
I couldn't tell which...
©Brenda Clews 2005
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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