incantation for a daydream

Cold shower and entrust

your dreams and aspirations

to a thin, plastic grocery bag:


Evaporate paired chain-link shackles,

black, cast iron; shackled

round ankle, round wrist.

Dredge dreadful anchors up, umop

from nether past abyss.


Drop unto rocks below.

Gaze at myriad mural of stars,

tunnel vision and form fog amidst

an imagination let go, you

must enter a trance verging on mystical.


Take this life, this world, what curling lock

of hair you have upon your head

between your index and thumb.

Let its aura weave dreams

of speaking sums.

Claim your coffee shop “parapet.”

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