2014
6.188
7.vii.25
here
is the world becoming from fire
en route to
Keflavik
at lichen rate Earth rise
moss makes the most
flimsy how we throw wires, tar
a machine at this bit here, that
the vomit speck wintering of lights
you see the ruins of skin
a surface remakes itself
straight lines where nothing
makes straight at all
but flows the way a fire will dance
when will a fresh pimple erupt?
see where the clouds come to call
shadow casts
when will the sea come to the boil?
next, not if you watch!
the cold world is letting us know
it’s becoming from fire again
I don’t think it ever really went out
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