Out of whole cloth

A cloak is dreamt.
It is long, hooded, and heavy-
as iridescent as a fish.

Its imagined scales are of many colors.
They resemble organ stops, tombstones,
or pats of plastered paint.

When donned, its weight makes one stumble-
Accretions from an empath’s trove.

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