Song of the Cosmic Forest
at night we gather like all the birds of the wood : we, oil slick : dusk blue electricity effervescent in our throats : we snow dream : exhale moon shards in your coffee : we capture our auras in Polaroids : aurora borealis in pale orange & pink & azure : were we ever here, or are we lucid dreams? : we are the longest night of the year : acrobatic & melodrama : back to abnormal : back to bitter breath blows transitioning into dawn with butterfly wing delicacy : may we slice open the throat of monotony : we nurture this newness with two hands : we dream with both eyes open : spread the filth of our souls further : may we always be unreturnable : adrift : there is a cure for everything : except : we, black feathered : too river damp to catch fire
First published in The Winged Moon Magazine: Hinterland issue, January 2025.
Artwork: “Portrait of Urania,” British School, 19th Century