Monday, November 3, 2014

Numbers 23: In Writing

Stand silent behind the smoking altar
Solidify yourself to a tower of stone
As I swoop, spread-winged , over the wild
A widening gyre with gimlet eyes

What awaits, in airy byways?
Whispers through the haunted heights
Come upon my outspread talons

Breaking claws, with triumphant  song

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