desperately ancient virtue of vividly secret matter

turtle need your shell
for poodle fur poke out
and the votive candles
snuff

film me while i try
to remember the scene
from the sorcerer's apprentice
when the fantasy has ended
and all the mops and brooms
pots and pans
are restored to their resting places

the turtle's shell is cool
calm and collected
and xeno would lava to pompeii
this frozen hiss

what does a poodle look like
under its shell
and how does the turtle
win

when all are hare
is the same

it comes out
is cut off
and lost

all of it is lost
except for the locks
which remain forever
on the doors of perception