delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
.find it on a bathroom wall? ....
applies well...to urine, yes....
all of it...is filed...
in scraps under the bed...in loose and looser leaves..
.in layers thin as crisped
and honeyed baklava tissues
as deep as the folds
of that loden manteau
the lavendared trunk....
it is grist...
when I am mill-less, it steeps/sleeps....fitful...snoring...
I touch it, rub the patina....the rust....the beard on the grain....I shake it..
is the treasure.....
as is the dust....
the fermented air,
scatters some of these palps and didos....
the layers, rearranged, accustom themselves
to their newer placements....
shift and wriggle, settle in....not so politely waiting their turns....
piggy-backing when they can..........
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