What breaks on the dawn
a light on the shore…
a reef in the sea…
Toward which horizon do we reach?

Dare we touch the fire
‘neath the skin of creation…
or does the Flame
fan desire into us?

Can we break the bough
and pour the cup
of tree and sap
that welcome the stars?

Forward Fire thrust outlay
seep and singe in tense array
drawn in center dawn,
this desert-full  of dance!

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