Daisy-eating man–
Daisy eating man–
Dasily–
No, no, no:
a man-eating Daisy, and
hungry at that.

Do you want to leave the Palace?
Its mansions
and halls full of strangers?
Asters closer to the Ocean,
still real.  I stand on their heads.
Still real, time shifts
closer to the ocean, and a spot softens
on Michael’s head. So I lower myself,
slowly, undetected, through stitch-gaps in bone,
flatten myself to squeeze in between the folds,
settle,
cover, uncover, cover,
and uncover our newly combined eyes.  
What hides down that hallway?
On the other side of that green marine wall?