Twelve Swallows, Seven Hundred Daughters
dreamed 1972/10/14 by Wayan
The grimoire's spell for flight begins
"Kill ten swallows..." But instead deep in the wood, I lure twelve in, weave and merge them, all alive-- and I'm the thirteenth thread! We fuse into a swallow-winged
Some human fool abducts her! I
That night as we doze in camp, a thief
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a small brass screw-cap, one of four.
"Why'd you do it?" He answers, sad: "For my seven hundred daughters." Whoa. That must be hard. I dart up to the ice plateau and snowshoe-skate (surreal!) across.
We meet the Princess of the Reef,
But I know what I loved: becoming bird.
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NOTES, YEARS LATER
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