Unreal, Immaterial

Building fleets of endless rows

Of little treats made to sell in bottles

Delicate and dedicated

To a tee and predicated

Ships in bottles,

Broken glass in moon light

Refracting, mottled and bright

Unreal Immaterial

Left your mirror on the table

The entry lies pink marble and gilt

Just like a sable,

Reflections of reflections tilt

Clicking down the arcing stairs

Alabaster arms,

Arlesian hair

Unreal, Immaterial

Dropped your raven clutch

In the shadow of old Indian alley

Absent light it imitates a valley

Where the clouds make

A drastic pass behind mesas

And badlands stacks

Inverted light now leads you back

Unreal

Deprived of sense it tickles your hair

A little scared

You’re only now aware

That they used to spill blood

On bone dice,

Stray cards or blades

As if it’s closing in

You quicken your pace for

Unreal

Dividing line

Of guiding night light

Immaterial

Place you know from sight

Where sand hits the tide

And dry land

Unreal, Immaterial