I am a bell
My life is the sound
Of madmen flailing at
My resonant form
I am a book
Of rants and doodles
And ghostly scrawls from
Wan ephemeral friends
I am a wine
Of a curious palate
One sip unleashes the Muses and
Terpsichorean dreams
I am a crow
Perched on paper ruins
Watching hierophants cast bones
But no shadows
I am a fog
Bloated with salt and ashes
I hide the moon goddess from
Luminous wolves