o see the raven soar between the night
and day – the gritting of starry teeth
upon dark’ning feather – she tells how light
a bone can be as the world floats beneath

o see the raven hang between the air
and sea – the clenching of squared jaw
upon the lightening – a feather on a dare
seeking a true path through thundered yaw

o see the raven dive between the hour
and the day – the line of sight turned glare
a grayed story left for some mind to devour
like a bible for the unloved to hear and despair

o no, i am not the raven or the coming storm
the eternity unspoken or the line that proves the form