The visitor woke early as visitors are often
curious as to what will happen next
in the house of the host a white cat stalks
the low rock wall the room is just so
the visitor has slept as if inside a flower
there is a sense of having crossed
over an unhurried river where there was
a drawbridge but no operator and the undulant
grasses on the opposite bank emulate
the whish of a sleep application that could be
the rhythmic wash of rain or of some sinister
approach or the strain of an unutterable
weight from a swinging line of hemp
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