when fires dance in the sky
and eyes linger in deep caves
when snow flows into the heart
palms in love with fired coals
this world we touch but in words
words insulated in plated metal
this world we hold but in teeth
teeth estranged from heart’s palate
thorns not among dreamy roses
fires not in novels written in forests
this world, a twisted seat
under this script I hold my breath
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