Imaginary Air (Ode to The One)

Imaginary air,
I plunge to the collective;
The bridge is a pillow
Beneath my feet.
Reap, oh, Reap, I am ready to sleep!
My dust dissipates to past
And I am the wind.

Fingers clenched, rigid, still-
Drowned below by the nihilist,
The dirt is a blanket
Over my corpse.
Torn, oh, Torn, only blood is born!
My breath has vanquished
And then I see you.

Gryphoned Muse,
The night has delayed,
The stars become a chariot
Beneath our feet.
Dear, oh, Dear, could you hear?
My heart was beating
And I am awake.