Ravenwings

At the end of your chanted path,
where the desert becomes the sea,
when you arrive your
songs are already here.
They greet you with silence
and you learn your name.
The rainbow curves toward darkness.
The surface of every sphere
tilts into its vacuum, pours
a golden yolk into ravenwings.

Now make a new body
out of your brave annihilations,
weightless as a flame.
And tell me, dancing tongue of fire,
don't you prefer the night?
Blackness becomes you.