tangles
dendrites like pea tendrils
twisted around and around each other
around the stakes
driving through the heart
of my garden growing taller somehow
grasping growing up up up to the sun
while the hollow eyed vampires haunt dark recesses
and suckle themselves in cold of the full moon
mother mother
the female moon just a sliver
peeking through the obscured midnight sky.
tangles of ideas
slivers of memory
sliding over the moon
occluded by time
mother where were you
when I needed your embrace?