There is a sinus in its giant head
We will be safe there
It will be light
Before it is dark
We will pray from inside it
To its outside
We will beseech it
Not to reach inside itself
And pluck us out
As before
fractals
Poem for the Stars
Fire spits
at us — lovingly
fire forges
cultures
forgets
cultures
Under the firebird
we sat,
on a lawn of fire
burning a midnight’s
crawling skin
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Fire never forgives
instead vanishes
fire lives somewhere
in the middle
of earth
waiting to be called
sad genie