Burning the Jewel

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hot sun burns
my face cringes in the light
of day
flies swirl above
i cannot see
beyond this place
in time and space
there is
the reality of life
and its counterpart
existence
but now removed
and safe as well might
one say of it
the jewel is
covered and concealed
no shining comes
to part the dusk
and disturb the
screech owl
where it lies in
shadow no such
cold fire and ice
can explode right
now though it
it remains
present and strong
some time
the beast must escape
and seize between
its claws the
prey and attempt
to devour it
canines break
the mellowness
and release a flood
of warm red
unto the ground in
big drops
cushion squeezes
vessels break and
release unto the
air their living
cargo screams
ensue from the
captured shadows
and annihilate the
peace while the
revenant horrors
manifest in such
that cannot displace
the levels and seas
of agony despair
where the dotted line
is crossed by the knife
and the jewel uncovered
to the sun
what brilliance of
fire will be
shown to itself
within this?

-- August 2, 1997


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