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The Docks
By the docking bay the smell of the water,
The rain comes down and gives us her daughter
Unfamiliar with this realm she runs to the tapestry shop
Breaking the windows as we try to help her
She wraps herself in blankets hiding then runs away.
You can hear the piano in the candlelit church
The rain stops to feel the night breeze and I think
Of what family nature had and where they reside.
In another shop this woodcut from 1733 I cannot make out
The eye of some vulture and legs connected to flat surface
All of it disjointed instead of singular lines to repeat.
She is rising from the water now her makeup ruined
The oncoming ships preparing for delivery scare her under.
A spheric force tells me of the exact position in the galaxy
From which it arrived and informs me to stay still since it must
Shift my molecules and cells to another place in time.
My dreams are always shown from the darkness of distorted
Memory over the span of twenty years beginning at the age of five
From the end point I walked under ground never again to be found.
Two days later I retrace my steps to the tapestry shop
And fall asleep in the blanket she left in place.
