Inspired by Green Tea by Leonora Carrington
when the plug is pulled
some of us will drain
others remain tethered
left contorting in pain
I wonder in earnest
how else we adhere
there are clues in the dirt
and the dead stares of the deer
white space in the sky
promised us room
but all spaces are full
so we wait in our tombs
the dogs persist milking
their devilish deeds
whilst salvation diminishes
due to miniaturised steeds
there are cages and castles
a whole skyscaped procession
but I'm too deeply entrenched
for detour or digression
out on the lawn
(in the absence of storms)
the answers are spelled out
in finely topiarised forms
with brushing and patience
I untangle and re-knot my tresses
to wear in plain sight
my shielding headdresses
I do cast a shadow
not all of us do
though the odds are against me
and my chances are few
transmutation circled
yet I still toe the line
persisting inexplicably
in search of my kind
I cannot be hurried
though birds fall and are sinking
please do not disturb me
I'm thinking, I'm thinking
I idle alone
draped in assorted skins
I'd lay bear traps for thoughts
rather than welcome them in
I trust in the safety
of being part of the herd
a friesian pelt promises
reality is deferred
mapped from this spot
is a three-step transition
stand, fall then rot
I won't break with tradition
there must be logic
to aciniform wrapping
I'd figure it out
but I'm too peaceful napping
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