Fire (Here God Speaks Flames)
driving through the mountains, grey smoke emerges, and the road long
and wide is so small for the indomitable strength of a strip engulfed in fire
the wind’s gust ribbons that would often whip my window—quiet in reverence
and the habitual rhythms of the semi-trucks come to a complete halt lingering
in silence; everything quiets down, even the clamor of the people and from
a distance, I can see how the flames destroy everything on the hillside
and how fire, too is god of death and at the same time is god of life
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