The people who get wine      they appear to me in dreams        
They appear thirsty       Like a hot witch      I melt 
but into what?        Something top shelf       seen in a video        
or just distilled       without a name       in the woods     
Though      my totemic animal       appears mostly      
as disembodied heads      on a wall     my totemic wall 
is a dense fog       through which       the spirits       
invoke us for a change        I’m told      you can 
only see through illusions        with a bigger illusion       
but you can’t disbelieve      everything you hear        
It’s like the rain        always stops       when it hits 
the ground       but the ground is wet      for a long 
time after       Though        the blooming passes        

the effect endures       beyond time and temperance