Am I a seed of fire or its soot? Does dust or flame claim me for a root? Worms, lie quiet. Your bellies Give me pause. Digest your outcomes, I would seek a cause. Is imagination Phoenix enough for all this caustic ash? Let sun be stripped of its ocularity And spin, burning blindly Unpinned from beginning or end, Begat or begot In the blind vat of space. Burn, spin, and then, Spin and burn, burn and spin again! Rage, you fiery heavens, rage! Who destroys the Earth but burns a stage.