TRANSFORMATION OF THE DRAGON

Go up to the water
where the serpents run -
the phosphorescent lizards
in spirals - to the sun

go up
	where the fire-
	spawn fly.

Lay down my bones
in shamanic mode
lay down my bones
in hermetical blue

in the gray, silvergray
and the sky-water blue
for I
	am turned
	again.

Cry out to the weatherwild
hex on the door
cry out
to the mirrorless
moonless
marrow of eyes

cry out
to the wings
cry out to the winds
to the shadows of flame
to the shadows of things
to this rage
without end

for I
	am turned
	again.

— David Sparenberg



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