from the skies:

in the nite
before the 7 sisters of pleades
saunter back to more
appreciative audience galaxies.
when its hurting to be human
and the senselessness feels
quite surreal.
into the unformed
plains i climb. into a
slate blue snow.
closer to the lights i fly
seeing the inky nite
is not so.
but blurred beyond her
starry cinema
she is a-fade
like a deep, cool bog
i wade into deep
the wiry sunrise spreads
feathers.
but its the skies
the ones that match
my unformed dream,
my unformed womb,
my eyes.
i take to these skies.
sept 1st, 2005