The experiencer

I am the experiencer necromancer too wizard of the sky my feet are curved like moons I taste the surface of this earth or my imagination portaling through dissolution death seated in soft blooms innocent flying inside spread eagled in my sphere following the crows on course to blue star heart music a snaky illumination

I Serenade You

  a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  below is the  second of ten poems. Noble words revolve like wisps passing through my stars touching grace. A temporary, fractious glory flings my arms like backward wings with feather tips, spread in sweet torture. Wandering tension throbs in this dark belly of thought, the first birth or