A symbol arises inside and burns its place from memory
Mystical insight, prophecy, and poetic trance.
A symbol arises inside and burns its place from memory
Flame touched the sky with licks of worship.
Drawn close, pulled into it—curious of the spark.
I drank the oil like a wick, its purity touching my tongue—a tempered burn I welcomed.
Saliva activating sound, crackling, magic’s embrace behind lips and teeth.
In the dark, send out sparks I can swallow whole and globe with— an orb of livewire.
Root, aerial, forward— shining glossy and new with purpose.
Frost made repent shelters of roof, flesh, and sin.