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.
From: Vol.09 N.01 – A Poetics of Rights
by Angela Gardner