spirit

an inhalation
like an annihilation.
breathe life, exhale death.

there is a song sung,
about how time keeps going by.
streams to valhalla.

night as a young man
sets the stars as bright diamonds.
a ring for morning.

upon my soft bones
i drape my ancestors’ flesh.
i am all i meat.

the green winged angel
takes me on flights of fancy.
soaring sights and sounds.

in the still dark night
the black bird silently sings.
i hear soul music.