Somnolence by Alex Eichen

   I found the formula for “flight” --
   Secret and backwards, but practical.
First.
   Feel the difference
   From self To ground
    (At this point, there is none.)
Second.
   Form a space between them.
Presto!
Flight.

   The more involved “divine judgment”
   Requires further thought --
First.
   See enemies.
Second.
   Freeze time.
      (As described in earlier poems.)
Third.
   Let wind come from under you,
   And, perhaps as I do in flight,
   Visualize wings. Rise.
Fourth.
   Let those hidden things within you
   Come alive,
   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
   With light.
Fifth.
   Emerge triumphant,
   Fly away.
   Breathe the starry night.



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