Aug 212011
 
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.

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