Poem: unreal, errant night by Haley Wooning

unreal, errant night

By Haley Wooning
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​unreal, errant night

raven-dark

I am sung towards

mouthless ruin


fleeting,

aimless dreams



I give my hands

to dark water


 
I quiver

amongst the stars


indecipherable

with longing



I live inside the fur

of a nameless animal


I am voiceless. I speak.


cruel one, keeper of

my shadow,

              there are lilies

drooped in apathy

       for your affections


river-marsh, leafy vales


there is sea-mist

drawing shapes out of nothing


a thin wind’s swill

           of illusion


I wake from my long

sleep of seeds


sumptuous in emptiness,

the skin of the other



I move towards that which

does not exist



I waste the field I never forget



mouthful of earth,

inadvertent wish


the earth is sowed in me,

a dark labor,

I recognize myself everywhere

                                      and nowhere


 a shadow

in the wing

           of the definitive


night-valley,

I sink without sinking


I am changeless, but changed


lifeless, descending skies


blood is

 scouting the fields

for her hands


the wild grass opens up

into body


fleshed voice, forest’s marrow

the language of the unreal

I leave


the betrayed world, this night

of wolves


I am full of promise 


time will not undo me