Asphyxia

wake quivering
wings beating
soundlessly
different voices lock like bulls
sprewing orange glow at raw dusk.

-19 march 2009

...exalted cage

i am early up by grace
sqawkings speaksings piercing each night
just there beyond the pane
my exalted cage

i yearn one voice though
there there up among unseen
my feather friend

i am gratedful to witness the cyclical permutation
as dawn veers her head latterly
the world shifting as darkness distends
the sun's ebbing presence in the heavens reversing.

-le 4 mars 2009