The other side of this pearly globe is

in flames 

There is white noise in my head

Screaming like there is

something holy locked inside

Lick the flame off the root of the

ancient tree, drive the hoof into the

burning sand, Suck the sap from the

chalk that rots, Kiss the belly of the

bark that leaks, Twist and turn

through flaming waters; hear the

reeds sing their last lament before

 Everything turns to dust