I sense this atop the black skies atop black skies.
I watch you swim below, kiss the fish, and back again to breathe. Sometimes the drowned angels shutter an empty, floating wing. I swear I see them wink at something above, if only something were above. Something other than black, and that which rests in black.
I saw nine things in my dream. The nine divided into seven, the seven into nine. The Orphic Egg cracked and twelve worlds spilled out, led at the charge by a winged and non-winged serpent. (Take this all in.)
And watch it unwind. Watch it rain down. Watch it unwind.
And wait for the silences of dream.
(she was once alive.)