an almost sets a fire in the head
frontiers fire-hungry in vast alignment
: trembling sun. light’s bare movement: slowed glass stillness. the sky a category-error we aren’t seeing. a tremor in a field: analogue and enacting
first fast tallgrass then the whole
volatile vapours fire winds feral extravagance gasps for air
outside are visions: clouds that will shine and vents of forest fires
then the whole a burning supernova. the forest
spills from living fiery mouths. flowing, flowering fire-fronts as ignition fuels winds, fans
gullets of combustion. destabilised: by our transmuting
who knows all the names for measuring our walls to keep the green world out?
lights grow and shapeshift, blast fire-wielding to ratchet and quicken.
none so blind and blue as always in the calm and clear after-wreck
we believe is safe.
endless Summer fire-struck by this bright fulcrum.
a flourish to burn Earth so lavishly.