Flying

Flying again

Cool glass clouds
Cutting skin like paper

Cardinal red drizzle
Scatters
In a warm rain
On life and death
Below

I can feel the arrival
Of descent
Within the sound
Of loose wings
In ribbons
Tattered and fluttering
Behind

Endogenous morphines
Riveted
To swift blood cells
Pulsing
To the drum
Of a composed
And fading heart

The rocks below approacheth

Note to self:

Not everything is as cotton candy fluffy
As it might appear
From afar