Apogee

The light extends
Wings outstretched
Climbs within then shines
Forth from depths
Thousand hands
Slice the electric air
Catch my fists
Lift me up along dazzling glare
Dust storm flows
Through sandman’s claws
Body, hovering
Into deep black stream
These giddy stairs
Twist and turn
Stroke the moon
As stars crash and burn
Raise me up
Higher and higher
From this glass cage
To the promise of slumber
Sandstorm blows
Around the gallows
The cage is in pieces
Shards of smothered screams
Scars of amber gleams
And light is growing dim
And light is growing dim