|~~ eerie artwork by JORDAN KRALL, ye kralling kaos ~~|
I see you flying over me, inside the amber sky, and as I watch your ebony feathers fall, to me. Although I am not a thing of tar, your feathers adhere to my being, clothing me in black ridiculousness. Soft, midnight feathers, dancing in the gentle wind, and I dance too, beneath the amber sky, and purse my lips so as to echo your warbling far above me. I see you still, now nude of feathers, pale freaks of meat and bone that circle in the sky. Your crowing cries could tell me secrets if I understood your language. Lifting my hands to my head, I pat your feathers deeper into my flesh, until their pointed tips pierce my brain. Oh, then I visualize the arcane things that you have glanced while circling o'er the globe. Ah, how my brain tickles with new perception, how my small eyes widen as I see the world anew. I learn the idiom of wind, as sunset bleeds into the yellow sky; and as I lift my arms that daemon-wind takes hold of me, and I soar, a thing new-made, into the crimson sky. There I hover, as blur of dark silhouette that fades as light of day becomes extinct, until the night and I are one. And then the moon, thing of splendor, illuminates my wide eyes, and chills my brain, and teaches me the loneliness of dry dead light.