Alas oh land of whirring wings

written contextually in a unique WINGS fashion

no capitals no commas no periods no punctuation

at first an indiscernible sound

a whisper a vapor a shadow of diffused light

the quaking of aspens the sound of footsteps marching in the mulberry trees

hot breathe on my neck i turn

increased pulse no one is there

someone is watching a vibration then a breach of waters an overflowing scourge

high ground i must get to high ground

to late i remember the warning flee to the mountain

i see no mountain

where do i run

is there a place to hide

no place feels safe

how do i survive

in a perceived place of privacy i speak

then a beep a tone on the phone it answers my inquiry

it hears they listen do they know my thoughts or do they simply think through me

realizing my entrapment as a caged animal i pace

back and forth back and forth

in a maze an endless craze

bottom hitting bottom my only direction up

i breathe sitting still very still that i might know

my eyes are leaden sleep over powers i fight it in vain

i do not wake

whispers in the wind echoes of heaven

a vague memory something important

so quiet very quiet nothing else matters just this moment this recognition

my bones are dry my flesh shriveled and forsaken

then breath the four winds the noise of wings

like the sound of mighty water the voice of god

a shaking bone to bone

i awake i breathe once more

oh sweet aroma the womb of the morning fresh with dew

death has left i view the new

on the wings of the dawn i now arise

to dwell forever in the skies

do not follow me but follow he who leads me