Death and Anti-Death

death and afterlife

Swirling above smooth lithic dry oceans,
a dance under mild antecessor skies.

A million occillations of my mutant wings sustain me -
invisible and ever moving.

Saved, splintered from long amber silence -
scavenged, forgiven of eons crushing.

I wheelover, even I, and vibrate -
forever speaking low into the wind.