Dreams Like Stemmed Vessels

Dreams temper over the dust
like tangled clouds of pearl rings,
sorrow dancing like liberated catechism
of ore and stilted bows, fixated
for Moth’ar ‘Arthes natural tune….
She is stalled on the shunted groom,
habitual appropriation of strolls
where friends are no longer vessels
and grainery enclosure stems
from porous insider stalked traders;
condemned femer and outrageously so.