dream entry no 1.

{duncan}

About Duncan, he said I’m dying.

In the summer, where I saw the desert

and, the great plains. I asked him where,

he preached to me a tale in a speck of sand,

a brush by wind and the holy enchantress.

The origins of all, stride with pride he said.

I, not gore and disdain for love. I asked where.

Of all the sparrows, he says, drown thou beak.

Two knots we make, thin spread to cold,

to less: skin, lips, teeth and eyes. forthcoming;

noose made for spectacle: armless and legless.

Now I must return, weeping for nights alone.

cherished and sere, my dearly depart.

About Duncan, he said I’m dying,

and I asked him where.

- stratos