in dreams jak appears like a bird. huge. black. luxurious. his form originating out of a fire at night. the whispers of water escaping heat and wood become the blinding beating of wings against air. until flames replace themselves only with his image. to rise. part raven. his voice soaks the night in warnings deeply wrought. primal and distant. language renders itself useless. wings swallow the sky. as quickly as a dream. he escapes. in increasingly expanding concentric circles. leaving ash. mythology. and dreams.

[that’s not capturing what i mean at all. might try painting it instead? maybe it’s too difficult to fix the things that fly around in our heads.]