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‘i would knit you a patchwork dream’

having made sure that stars from my exhibition of Today is the last piece my eyes see soft dreaming awaits me i see the upside-down world reflected in puddles and seas and my dream is knitted with those sun-kissed ripples the incongruity of this realm delights me like the sweet Spring mornings when both Sun and Moon are visible still

i become the stack of books

on your windowsill which meshes era and genre and emotion and language

from the moment i gain consciousness the sun-kissed

ripples loosen like our hands reluctantly unlacing one scene sinks into next

only to vanish like the tears falling down my cheek wiped away by your thumb

swiftly i scribble down to share with you the glimmers of the warm nonsense which

i left against my will

it’s only here that layers of such dissonance mingle to create such mellow harmony transcending clef and key

i have tried and failed to knit

one myself. but if i could, to show you my love, i would knit you a patchwork dream.