Because the fire is divine

it finds the bodies that charge the air with their death

it finds the pen that draws from the vein

it finds the tongues that copper the bell

it finds the marrow that melts in a fortress of bone

it finds the stalk that does not sleep in the field

it finds what flickers beneath a thickness of ice

it finds the aperture in the glass

it finds the breath to ignite a twist of grass

 

In response to Via Negativa: Rendering unto Caesar.

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