On A Ray Of Winter Light

7

The flame is healed by flame

not in the dripping of moments but in a flash, at once;

like the desire that merged with another desire

and they both stayed fixated

or like

the rhythm of music that stays

there at the center, like a statue

motionless.

This breath is not a passing of life

it’s ruled by a thunderbolt.

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