BED. POEM AND ILLUSTRATION BY HECTOR MACDONALD.

MOVE US DEEPER. FOLLOW THE FLOOR
TO A GLISTENING PALACE WHERE
FEELING SEEMS LIKE BEAUTY
HERE WE’LL HOVER A WHILE
IMMERSED IN HOPES LAVISH WALLS
STREAMS OFF YANKING STRINGS BEGIN
TO DIM TO MURMERS AND ONLY
SHADOWS SECRET SILENCE
REMAIN TO TICKLE THE MEMORY
REMINDING ME OR YOU HOW DELICATE THESE WALLS ARE
HOW A MOMENT OR WHISPER MIGHT SUDDENLY FLEX, BLOW AND SNATCH THEM
INTO SCUTTLING AIR.

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