The dewdrop of atoms.
\nThe way water cuts a glacier in two.
\nDivided sleep
\nbetween two fires of sunset and dawn.
\nWhy the heart is made of ash.
\nTo live it burned in fire,
\ntouched the mouth of another
\nand ignited.
\nEven the diamond burns in the light,
\nfills the hands
\nwith the brightness of a prayer,
\nhides in the blackest space
\nand becomes a star.<\/p>\n
The waste of the sea
\nconsumed in foam,
\na rolling tide of brightness,
\nfire from the white volcanoes
\nin its darkness,
\nwhere the earth consumes itself.
\nThe fire inside the cold ambition
\nof a saint,
\nthe child glowing in the sun with radiance.<\/p>\n
Everything warmed and moved
\nby its conflagration,
\nuntil there is nothing in the end.
\nUntil the space left by fire
\nwaits for the last moment of eternity
\nand blazes up,
\nto begin again,
\nhow fire is made.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The dewdrop of atoms. The way water cuts a glacier in two. Divided sleep between two fires of sunset and dawn. Why the heart is…<\/p>\n