“I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.”
--Odilon Redon

my wings anchor me deep
below cold riotous hues of light

my wings speak betrayal
tangled in a sea of savage flames

my wings weigh unflying
requiems obstructing horizons

my wings hold stolen fire
silhouettes against a darkling sky

my wings carry crossed stars
grief beyond tears, barren, scorched, profane