Song, by the same Poem by Stacy Doris

as a bird:

I flew
so high
I lost
the sky
I won
the prize.

Higher, blinder
above love
the winner
dark and galactic
affair.

The knife
darkest
broken
hit her
enters
oddly
again, a-
gain
interred
fulfill.

and as a god:

I know
the source
though hidden
dark
I put
my finger
there
this

the source's
source
even I
don't know
still I
know all:

she's floorless
beautiful
unfolded
yellow

hell waters
heaven
and men
reversing
seen
the invisible
pure
lust.