Apostate Seraphim Again, I wait as dusk and moon Descend and rise to cloak, disclose Worlds dying and awakening-- Two realms in balance, juxtaposed. Again, I anxiously await The owl to call before I wing To meet him and cross over to His netherworld--my soul: propine. ...Each hooded 'gainst the frost, we soar Above the alder flats; we search With tawny eyes the forest floor; In victory we rise and perch To pick the bones of careless mice Beneath the Asia-marching moon, Above the river rimed with ice-- Between quiescence, murmured rune. ...Again, as morning climbs the limbs, We part, fulfilled, without a sound-- The one: apostate seraphim; The other: by free will unbound. (C) 4-28-96 Charles SielertBirth sign: Not entered
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