prophetic dreams

blood and feathers

shots in the night

the shrinking ground

edging forward

towards open sky

or the abyss struggling

in the dark looking for the

light hoping to fall up

bruised by being held down

no space for pirouettes

on disappearing ground

best to hope for  tour jetes

yes best to dance above

the ground head back

mouth open to catch falling stars

nothing else above you

climb on