Ravens wheeling, astral songs sending them, lost within their heads, fractured silhouettes, lacerating the monochrome sky, amassing imperfections, as honor as fight

A dream backdrops, a conscious awareness, I’m falling but not felled, I’m a gasp in synchronicity with the hypnic jerk, I’m the mind patrolling for death, I’m on the edge, and the sky opens wide, the earth accepts

I Corvid, I Lupine, I Anguis…beastly flesh and tone, naked, I soar I run I coil…aspens of formulaic chance, illuminate the expanse of night, phantoms caught in almost, the staccato voice of rain, of shivering nerves, gives me cause to breathe, to hone my senses, to pick up your scent in the hunt…I’m closing in, I’m starving, for you

E.A. O'Connell. November 2018