Briefly dozing off then
there was this dream
you see
of slender single thread
holding up a golden key
by a kind of fine filament organic like dendrite strings traverse the tangled cursed dark
to neuron relief by
synaptic spark mighty
axon heft and yet like
thinning syrup drooling
the black brief thin twine, by sunset became like time’s own measuring rod for
end of fast like twice blest Ramadan’s endurance
test proclaims dead prophet’s endless night of rest.
