Nocturne

Poem

Midjourney

Seven, three, two, five, six, one

Sequences I don’t recognise

over and under — quicksand

I sink through these shapeless values

converging around — digits prodding

carry me nauseous

Perched above, I always feel the Raven

hard beaked — burrows deep

Its black eyes are a gateway I never dare cross

A soft spot in my tissue gets used for a nest

I grow back body parts — I am the one meal

it will never finish pecking

The moonlit silhouette dissipates by midnight

Come morning — lips are laid to rest

when last rites reset them

Waking up — sweat dripped

I hear myself chanting

— …o, no, No!