Conor Mc Donnell
(after Kay Sage)
I see your first sleep has no shadow:
Tiny-house horizon-bent, isolant from runway-vein
Your second sleep sits silent. Origami-
beasts merge-emerge on aircraft-carrier deck
In the third sleep, vanished leviathan.
Bindings slipped and cast away for swan-dive
into desert. Come Sunrise, sea-monster swims to next horizon
in the third sleep