is there any reason I am on fire?
you ask me while my eyes
are closed while the heat and light
breaks through in bright (what else)
orange and red, i go
right through, I see the source
of my own blood,
of my own course. Then trouble
you too of course
then your own blood;
all trouble!
But have you ever known
that eager, undeniable, willing
sort of seeing? In the mourning
it slips up above the edge
and you start saying Oh my God
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