moon over canyon

you came into my dream last night and dug your heels in deep and you refused to leave and you followed me down the long corridors of this weeks fables and ceremonies and intuitions. then you were the face of the lovers i tried to kiss and the children i had to keep. you said "let's marry for 15 and a half years" and that sounded effective in light of everything streaming constantly and the uppings and risings and those noisy star-winds.

after everything we would drive that peugeot out from the cave in the face of the cliff.