Somnolence by Alex Eichen
I found the formula for “flight” --
Secret and backwards, but practical.
Feel the difference
From self To ground
(At this point, there is none.)
Form a space between them.
The more involved “divine judgment”
Requires further thought --
(As described in earlier poems.)
Let wind come from under you,
And, perhaps as I do in flight,
Visualize wings. Rise.
Let those hidden things within you
Well up in your chest --
Those secret, invisible things
Which, here, in dreams, shine --
To each enemy goes one hurt, one pain
That tears their flesh and opens them
Breathe the starry night.