Also in a Hat

Also in a hat.

Putty. It just is.

That leak scours

via it is filmy. My

sweet counterpart.

Companion coil.

Sacred glisten knots,

so rich and darken.

Declared the nugget

turned and too late

along the ashen flue.

I with you dreamt

atop a pamper furnace.

I saw that beguiling

bird lick her moisten

maw. Shorn the wear

down rituals. Such is

the reverie enclosures.

Spindle water then

the prospector. Bird

to a hooded daemon

and still somehow

weave salvaged. The

brim compressions,

for in that we took 

comfort. So many 

to drift by 

dwindle

bower.