When engine motors are turned off
how precocious the hour of Konk turns on
The emerald turf brain-set the skull
like medieval fort in treasure chest
Emerge the midnight lights to play
the chores of garden beastly and harpsichord
speared blue their tunes unfurl and snap
The shaded green, the neon vine unwraps
the golden blur turns gray and turquoise pearl
Sleep soft and deep you wondrous kingdom
where I disguised as serf am elf.
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