My Monster.

In a dream

be it my monster

in the eyrie of leave-taking

be it my death

for the throes into the sea;

my monster

in the dark lassitude unsure

but illuminated

in which there is the torpid leg

of maple sap

warmed with hisses

of the sea;

my monster

through branches

befalls me.

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