in the empty spaces of dust - the angel's mouths gape with screams, their skins burn & smoke- they begin to fall- slowly, silently- they fall into the bare wet sky- they shrivel, skins paling to dust, to glass- they die away like tears- they are beautiful, melting things-
night sucks the black haired trees- i fold my wings across my bare skin- all is cold here- & dark- the clouds wash by overhead, full of storms & stars- i shiver in the darkness of the night- the fall was long- my hair tangles about my shoulders- i pull it over the lights of my eyes- i clamp my wet lips tight, to keep the bright light inside me- i crawl away, into the thick grasses, they move & sway in the wind- my shadow doubles over in the cold, the ashen glow from my eyes cast out onto the white glistening mute spheres of light shining behind me- the sand is cold & wet & rough against my soft feet- i step slowly, gently on the earth-
i walk the cold wet paths alone, broken wings limp & dragging- my eyes glow in the night- none answer my call- i sing dark words in a low voice, calling to others
in the depths of the sea before me, another has fallen- he is long & thin & pale- long black hair wraps itself around his body- his eyes flash in the wet as he sinks to the bottom of the dark wet pit- no songs are sung here- no sound is made by any- no sound but the movement of water against his body in the empty sea- & a strange muted scream in the distance, from the shadows- he is lost in a shadow of water- a water of shadow- he has fallen from the stars- from the sky, into the empty sea of water & shadows- "teach me to drown" he thinks to no one- no one is there- no one is anywhere- he is alone forever-
in the wet icy depths of the moon-sea i stretch, grow, evolve- the angels hover around my form, they dance around, high-pitched songs---the wings glow in the darkness, slow-moving, supple, translucent- mine have in-grown, dried crusts scarring my back- secret lines, seeping a pale blood, tear- a black sun slides across skies, casting webs, swallows the glassy moon: window of night, 'she'll never let you out-' we rise to the surface - to light - to death - i swim through the violet water arms stretching out to light, further, breathing thick dark bubbles - above in the dusty night - i am not real- i cannot feel- i lift my limbs to the air & glide on the drafts- my wings are heavy & bruised, but warm my chilled flesh- they are longer than my thighs, the tips brush the dust when i sigh & breath into the sea air- they are white & glow like the moon-
under the water of the sea, in the deepest depths where all is black - the angels live, flowing black hair, soft as seaweed & graveyard moss, long thin moonwashed bodies with skin softer than water- winged forms surround me, enfold me in their dark cloaks & carry me away- their wings embrace me- tangle- the water moves us back & forth- a passionate lullaby- we scream together & drown beneath the waves- one day our cold wet limbs might drag into the tides & wash up dead & alone on the shores- but from this night till then, we shall reign the depths together, alone- & in our embrace form one angel- from here until eternity-