body blazing, he roams
with flames for feet, drags earth
behind his back, as in magma
melting mountains, as in moon
pulling, seas shifting; skull swinging
open
like windows
at dawn—
all gloaming, sun slept on the satin sheets
of his mind; make merry the morning
melody till it awakes, it wakes—
he weeps, tears trickling like candle-wax
dripping from its flicker. he flares
& firmanents fall through the fumes,
bruised, blinded
—burning bush for his
banquet.
ash and cinder know not
his swelter. he bore the heat now
he becomes the fire.