A thousand burning embers
Flit freely through my eyes.
I cannot see where their light will shine;
Where that light will shine and lead me.
Life is but a transience;
An earthbound darkness of depth
And boiling blood abundant in the folds of the hills.
In the curve of the rotten landscape
And the pain-scarred mountains,
A dozen freely falling flames
Refine the land with heat and searing memory.

Carry me not into that humming deep;
Let my sentience swim in rain and sun.
Allow me not to flee and fall;
Take me sleeping to that place of gold.
I do not weep in this time of endings;
Do not weep for earth nor life nor love,
For this closing closes soft and dark,
This closing closes death.