Dragon

Armed with wings, I can touch infinity,
To glide my fingers through the starry vastness
And kiss a thousand faces of God.

Like a serpent,
In cycles and circles smitten,
I shed a second skin
To be reborn in frailer flesh.

In the surrounding darkness,
There is no meaning,
There is no direction.
The beam of light is the path
And the bridge dissolving behind me.

Like a knot perpetually tightening,
Like an unending embrace,
The winged serpent traces its path
In the oblique latitudes of possibilities.

Peeling away the world to find at its core
Only the blind iridescence of desire,
Flooding the streets,
Summoning moth to flame,
Whispering violently the unspeakable
Into the deaf ears of solitude.