Mythogenic

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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I am a large
seagull in a white
dressing-gown

I hover above
oceans of green
slumber

Cotton wings
lifting my weightless
fuselage

Dream-body
airborne in
night-passages.

Listen:
the soprano
language of seabirds

Echoes around
a room where
I glide south

I who grew tired
of the land
almost destitute

I who yawned
in the face of
unequivocal tedium.

Each night I
circle this ancient
surge, furious

Deep-blue cradle
great white
astral rolling

Liquid mother-like
womb of fantastic
gestations:

Here are journeys
into the flight
of sleep.






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