storm fork

glanded moon in wind's

ruins rusted water was

my left eye the right a

mirror thrown in a well

ojo de morfeo no te veo

te veo )see the( pestañeo

de la estatua verde re

volving in a lake grey be

neath the mountain girls

raise rocks tiny spoons

clouds talk from caves

Dampened from Ivan Argüelles'

“Morpheus” and “On Our Way Home”