My Poetry: Constellation

As nature’s light is never spent, there lives

A quickgold, whitegold glimmering light calls out

The day all flash and outflamed eyes, last lights

The night holds generations gathered greets

And glows the sight. The firefolk family’d fresh,

Fleshed, heaven’s flunged tongue threshed the elder minds

A thunder throne or year’s fall spheres wall bones

And beasts that, rolling, roaring, rivers sky

A thousand stories. There—time’s shallow shore

Is seen, the firebrink, nature’s fuel is hidden,

And we, all firedints, spent soul’s coal a forge

Through blackbound eye to heartwant bloodhaunt goal.


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