The ape awoke from a dream of moth and hummingbird.
And, in his dim reality, they were as the embers,
the realm of his cage.
He held them brief
within his sad-eyed gaze,
they were away.
The mage, shadow player & sage, seeing the ape’s awake,
scraped from the smelt
– base metals and spatula-trace –
and conjured some new reshape
in the mouth of his dark cave.
Moth and hummingbird are moonlight bathers.
They trace the wax and the wane,
and, with wing, they lace
and the dream air of
the higher states.
Their flight is breath to the embers
Their breath is flight
bars of cage.