On a bicycle morphed into a train,
Then on the dream-demesne’s bike again,
Pursued morning through fields with starlit flight,
Our destinations out of range and sight.
From the night-carriage window into view
They drifted from the sleeping stellar shrew,
Eclipsed Waxing Moon and Blue Sun’s space,
Two jellyfish, bioluminescent grace;
Maternal medusa, tentacled calf,
The ephyra’s pulse splits planets in half;
In purple-pink hues we witnessed their hearts,
Breached into this universe, then departs.
To write about dreams of planktonic souls
Is easier perhaps than of unpaid tolls.
Mallygolder is the Cornish dialect for Jellyfish.
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