a jar filled
with moonbeams
three teeth of
indeterminate
origins resting
in a spiderweb
covered molcajete
row upon row of
oversaturated
dreamcatchers
lining the walls
to form a faraday
cage to keep the six
somnambulistic faeries
from fading to dust
as a faint longing
swirls sadly through
forgotten windchimes
unswayed by the
stilted animosity
betwixt solemn
djinns dejectedly
dispelling wishes
as feverishly as
they can be muttered
and the disinterest
in the faintly
vacant stare of
sparrows hopping