August fog

Consciousness creates reality

her voice
came from the forest
behind your grandfathers house
that he built hairknuckled
where the moose appear
at the end of the road
named after him

sawing cars in half
piecing them together
as one
that held carcasses
and prospered

you thought
they were playing
tricks on you

some would say
it was just a memory
of your mother
you had a fever
like always you
were burning up

it was all a dream
is what they always said
but you knew then as you
know now we
were both right
together

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