Away: A Surreal Poem on Nocturnal Visions and Urban Drift

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the orders of angels?

— Rainer Maria Rilke, First Duino Elegy

Away

…another vision, another illusion

 in which an injected moon. 

descended toward me, overwhelming my senses, 

 carrying me aloft to meld at intervals with the blood

 running through her

 veins, which then turned into a torrent that spilled

 all over the vast 

urban sprawl that, at the clarion call of the  angels,

 of the City of Angels, which swept me 

               

  away

                                   away

 

far away

         from

                 

                     her…