The spirit that lurks in the highest branches of rain-soaked trees
swooped down this night.
And riding the dark winds of revelation
stripped me of my mask
and laid bare the trembling animal,
the white-eyed naked creature that hungers.
The shadows, my parents, have stayed away.
I stand under the quiet lightning of tonight
and accept myself.

Dragon under the stars,
coiled by the lakeside,
in frozen lands forsaken by the fire,
breathing very rasping shallow breath with difficulty.
In those moments he fell in love with the Rabbit in the moon,
an unachievable link with the rest of the world,
and so he would try
to fly
and fail
on reptilian wings of wax
the cold air condensing on his chilled body,
scaling new ever-thinner heights
and then closing his eyes mid-air.