As fear as the eye can dream:
Threading steps over: ar an bog.
Slumber above blankets. Brushed

with bristling grasses. Clover flowers
steeped in linen-pink & trimmed
in pointy, bee-brim garland.

Draw back bee-ribboned sheets. Unwrap
tumbling, humming country. Unmask
sluggish, weighted sponge. Waterlogged

& bustling with microbial swarm traffic.
Requisite combustible: insistent old echo
of a tightly clinging bog-dream.

Shrouded eyelids bumbling sleeply.
Soporific travel. Traversified beneathly.
Where no bees do burrow – where buzz

dreams embodied. Is an rud an aisling.
Tucked away from overtongues –
In low-sleep and safekeeping.