Snore core

When the fellow traveled 
to dream's waters
the land seemed like
it never existed;

spores make snores
from never shores
and rhyme makes time
without that sense feast;

expect less when you're
on the road
it's a beat
he only walked once;

come now, 
it's a fraught moment,
dwell on the signature line,
this letter is what's left of the spine;

book jackets weather 
as leather trolls for feathers
and meaning is a spill
deeply under the frills;

banter with spring
little hummers
it's time to chirp 
while the communists burp.

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