Somnolence Poem by Bob and Alex Eichen

I found the formula for 'flight'-
Secret and backwards, but practical.
First.
Feel the difference
From self to ground
(At this point there is none.)
Second.
Form a space between them.
Presto!
Flight.

The more involved 'divine judgement'
Requires further thought-
First.
See enemies.
Second.
Freeze time.
(As described in earlier poems.)
Third.
Let the wind come up from under you,
And, perhaps as I do in flight,
Visualize wings. Rise
Fourth.
Let those hidden things within you
Come alive,
Well up in your chest-
Those secret things
Which, here, in dreams, shine-
To each enemy goes one hurt, one pain
That tears their flesh and opens them
With light.
Fifth
Emerge triumphant,
Fly away.
Breathe the starry night.