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in fire
and the telling of fire
is a song
one moves as a shadow through
at pitch
and the creature lit in fire
otherly, from, to the eyes
make dust from nothing
a tractor map
the one crop
rock, stim
puff of the forest gone
we make this another world
it’s all the turning dark to when
in everything the sun afoot
some further colour
a shower of sparks
the voice is light
is ours
it’s out of the sky
all fell
these are not the words
though we know
when we arrive
we are gone
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