the riddle of the secular mystic

upturned rocks
downturned sheets
a bird in the hand
some beetles are meat
grit in the sand, dune chunks
that’s why here’s not feather smooth
the dreamscape has it’s own way
step as you will
every indent is transferable
every surface hewn
the chafer considers every grain
flexes every thread and fiber
and that is the journey made plain

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