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






