paradise burns

 

That which always was,

and is, and will be everliving fire,

the same for all, the cosmos

made neither by god nor men,

replenishes in measure

as it burns away.

~ Heraclitus

 

Eden aflame.

Call it by name—

rummaging through ruins

under smoky moons

another reckoning—

soon.

****

Some search for meaning in lives lost,

find it in those waiting

to be born

but

find it elsewhere

 

quickening

brightening

shape shifting

 

Pulses of revelation.

 

Pierced,

lifted,

Arisen,

 

flicker, glint, match and spark

 

a blaze. ablaze. a flash—

Paradise in ash.

 

A world forged by fire

burning to be born.

 

****

 

rising

writhing

turning

reaching

 

turning again—

the lights go out.

 

filaments, fibers, and fragments

doused in holy water

and electrified air.

 

****

 

Paradise burns.

a screw turns:

shimmers with alacrity

 

wire finds spark

 

diaphanous plume—

Eden consumed.

 

Waves of smoke,

Paradise lost.

 

a material world fades to mirage.

 

The poet says

There is nothing so surreal as a fact.

 

Mighty words bear down on a fiery dawn

 

Chasing shadows and sunbeams—

Darkness afoot and alive.

 

****

 

Fierce illumination.

 

Be still.

Let it move

you.

 

****

 

Fugitives of a vanished eden

 

not ours

to begin.

 

Begin again.

 

Embers of longing and grief

stoke a sultry haze of somnolence

and wearied cinders

 

surges of rain, torrents of water

soaking torched earth,

willing it back to life.

 

****

 

Let us collect the bones

sharpen the teeth

sort the salvage

Then

Spirit away.

 

A grotesque radiance,

lush and feverish

trembling—

amid the consecration of flame—

the wilding of the world.

 

Forsaking emptied eternity

for the consolation of mortality.