I.
This fire is a cold
seed, buried deep
in field, breathing death
& scent of water-
lilies
II.
This fire is red
deer, wallowing in dust
running free on forest
roaring to wind's end-
less chants
III.
This fire is confetti
elusive, beyond my grasp
bursting around, above me-
star in the sky
IV.
This fire is crawling
all over walls & floors
I can't stop it
eXplOdiNgGGGg, ..... .
V.
This fire is burning
-tongue on tongue-
-skin on skin-
you, erasing darkness
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