Roman

Dreamt Murmuration

From my back my hips can rest
as the front of mind compressed
given neo cortication 
breath snags harsher murmuration

Fallow air compressed too hot
notebook eyes closed overjot
smells and bells and middle hells
tolling trumpets tapping wells

Music burned my ears by day
nighttime silence ferments hay
barn the burner lucid stove
cooking down my secret cove

Ocean strides and ripping chides
overeager shadow tides
more than money commonplace
waking flight from daytime face