Pyrogeoraphy

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.