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June: A fever dream

Seems like sea's rerun tonight,

in the east, the wind blows

with a weathering glow.


And June, returns with another mush

Disturbed, I can't look back—

The leaf is turning brown,

A sign of leaving its cordless drill,

But the faded blue remains still.


Two decades, four thousand oaks

remain in askew, let me tell you—

Let me tell you he begs, "It's not the tale

of wizards. Without jerk, without flipping

We must return to the way it seeks."


Albeit June, is a fever dream.

The moon's waiting for the bewitching figure,

Come back to the cinematic orchestra,

The sea calls out, transportation of its

frantic pleas.


In another lifetime tale, it swarms

With its open arm, who can you touch?


Not far, not neat, not near, not bear,

The sweet pang trails down, in a bone

crushing hug, call out! Call out! Call—

if darkness was alive in Watertown.


"I won't reach out for light,"

June stands up from the momentum

silence, napped, mapped, amped

for maple syrup, but the pale face

wears down ghostly adventures.


"In another life, let me live in pretence.

Like a young leaf, leading, clinging

to its youth, group of running miles

in the mountaintop, quest for another

home," June hushed down its whiskey hope.


But where is home?

Ever changing places, with sunset valley

From moving too fast more than light,

getting blind, having memories fall

asleep in the juxtaposition box.



H o m e : a foreign word form out

of syllables, stressing in unnecessary hints,

dis-stressing on leaving things.


June lays down, huffed out its breath

No more building, no more hunting,

Affairs run into little less things, more

than nothing, then it takes out a leap

out of fright.


June stands, June wanders, June lurks

in the shadow, in the shower of rain,

in the gluten rays, of light and daylight

savings in dark blue lights,

June makes home in every way.


Like the ingredients on my favourite dish,

waltz around a little bit, my pen dried

up with the blazing heat—

But I hear June, in the meadow drive,

in another lifetime.

— 2nd June, 2024.

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Dedicated to each and everyone who's been in this journey with me and specially to Junie's! (If you know, you know) An ode to ever-growing journey.

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