in the forest of stone there is a fire. a single flame. heavy with the heat, i move quickly through the corridor of fevered trees; i have lost all sense of home. i am in motion under a sea of suns set to circles. the capillaries in my heart grow hot as i run, rushing from trunk to trunk under this sky, fat with god. but there is no where in the forest that is free of the flame. my desire has made a hole in me, it is inescapable & every where, &, like the darkness, never needs move.

03/25/2002

Posted on 03/25/2002
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