Zip.
Click. Ready.
Snug in the feather down you rise into the night sky,
Owl eyes searching the foggy banks below.
Somewhere out there Mr Fox is sleeping,
Somewhere out there,
Sleeping off the rich feast which he came across last Sunday,
Hunger put off for a time:
Travels in a Middle land
Wolves, Dreams, Transformations
Having eaten enough for two, Mr Fox lies sprawled out, his head thrown back. Mouth open his upper lip curls as if snarling in anger, exposing the white teeth in which decaying scraps of food can still be seen. The angel of putrefaction leads, stomach rising and falling, floating in time with the breath.
So it is the desert you are sunning (it begins):
You ask the star twins
Hellbranden and Herzwolf for directions.
South heading
Dolphins glide by, the waves sweeping over.
Kobalt blauen Augen (cobalt blue eyes),
Soft skinned and alive,
Open wide, Flaschenpost,
Love, like a message in a bottle.
Somewhere out there I am waiting to be found.