Wednesday, June 14, 2006
these are hands poised for prayer--
see how they're pointed toward the sky:
placid, as in eternal slumber,
until answers rouse them to life.
tremors underneath are unleashed,
sending fluid fire outside the fold.
from your rampart of a light-year star,
the ashen fury's a flower to behold.
the serenity has turned into a temblor;
a dance of death the granted plea has become.
run to safety before my flames consume you;
run, or into phoenix i will transform you.