This World, A Seat

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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