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Fire I, Fire II

  • Anita Hsu
  • Apr 25, 2016
  • 1 min read

Fire I

ages ago

burning took place in the throat

and eye stung with smoke,

pouring from the ears as

mind grinded and crushed glucose.

mitochondria pumped out gallons of ATP

that coursed through the engine made

of skin and hair tingled at

sensations of ideas and articulations of smells.

rust and gorgeous earth metal

poured from the pores on the face

as the beating, berating heart

pounded to reach the mouth

and exclaim the phenomenon of a being

born in stars, of words and memories

rushing through the sky of consciousness.

Fire II

demolition, wreckage, angry foam flotsam amidst a

storm of hissing lungs and pulsing livers,

of rolling acid digesting

pages upon pages, of mountains

of letter and ink, and symbols of

omega leaping in fluorescent light

with numbers slipping into letters and letters slipping into

pictorials of ancient perennial pastimes:

toiling within Mendelian plots of farmland,

beneath the sun’s staring eye.

wading through white lilies,

sifting through glass atoms,

As rain falls gently and we breathe water.

 
 
 

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