I dreamt I was born in Avignon in 1869

Desultory thoughts
breathing unshyly
..
unhelped
by any wind ,
silentness
humming through my drowsy soul ..
through lips unbrighten'd ....
Unsunn'd .
one monday I died in a dream
:a charmed mother:
a blessed ghost:

*an infant shakespearia
repainting rusted stars *
with castle dust
I am unsophisticated
& unconscious
casting jasmine glimmer...
far beyond the
:Intent: .....

stairstep
hymns
behind honey vines
...
.....


a kiss of whispers
calms a shawl of tears...
compassionate this dreamer.​..
sleeping on snow.flames
with harps filled
with rasberry.wine


...:dancing wolf sing to me
a sleeping song
of snows golden and blue
an architects ballad
of the aureate sky
I think soon even
the gods will disappear.