….
We’re shaggy
(shabby)
happy in our own nudge-gnawing,
spells broken
open, stalked straight
past the broken open vine
of silence.
Give me a shrinking
(drink me)
potion, a way to Wonder
-land that spills me past
all this damn ticking time
(bombs). Give me back my
muchness, the pulling back
of masks. The queen of hearts
worn on tattered
sleeves.
Leave me mirror
-less, unphoned.
See, we rise.
White-streaked
in all this black sky.
Wayward.
………………..Home.
..
Shawna gave me a wordlist, which always inspires some fun. 🙂
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
That is the most gorgeous closing stanza EVER!