A mattered man

Grey apples, grape the grapples in a mantra of rain

ripples through

drizzling repetition with sails for sheets

I am one with time

I am one with time

Dreams shift and sex with a cucumber, 

summer squash melt into zucchini curls

but the fact of the matter is with this dreamt girl

her father heard passionless passions

and he cries out instead of you

challenging to a duel where he is master of this, his courtly home 

a room where his judgement passes a second's twirling merit

with waking strangeness that were to live silent

in tea

maple cast out to soup

saged with white wine, bittersweet sugar cubes,

 and the days to come

I am one with time

I am one with time