Sleep,
Next to Flames It's
so hot here.
Next
to this I am untouched. I am changed by the heat. My
skin will remember now
this feel of rising colour. If only I could sleep next to flames like
this everyday.
A hundred thousand words
can make a book. As each book speaks each word out loud. As each word
speaks out
loud to name its
name. I am the one who cannot be forgotten. I am the one no one remembers. We
start here. With only one match & one hand. We arrange ourselves to
become more than
we imagine. We strike this dawn to let the sulphur burn a new blue world.
(words:
Lys Anzia, New Mexico; picture: Steve Wing, Florida)
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