Here she is.
A flame in a night of stars,
and air so fresh it’s as if you’re tasting
the outer precincts of this universe.
They say universe, yes, one song,
but in this song, how many discords sound.
See the smoke. as she burns,
clouding the night sky
as if infinity were a fantasy,
here the cold crackle mocks
her body as it burns
Could you allow
the un-sentient shame of heat?
Don’t pretend you didn’t mean it.
Don’t discard it, in thoughts of “other”,
for here love burns and burns for you.
And when she burns, you burn too
and after this November horror is gone
she will still be always, already one.
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