Vestige
Near old cliffs
the thunderous waves.
Unceasing,
They woke me up.
To learn me
in a monstrous cave.
I squinted
at shadows
lurking around
bizarre windows,
To remind me of hill,
When a spectrum
a murky dream vivid still.
Houses caving in
and fires raging
and more blood
and swarms of
locusts and wasps
and the great flood.
I clasped
my violet pillow.
Rubbed my cheeks
On faint velvet.
Minding Belqis
she was far,
I drank a remnant
In the crystal jar.
I smelled festive incense,
Restored abeyant senses,
And feared to venture deep.
So I yawned
like a fainéant cat.
just like that,
I murmured nonsense
lapsing back to sleep.
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