It’s the Beginning of the World
and
the stars are fire
the sky is fire
the night is fire
We touch it with our feet
and turn to clay
we say
we are no longer beautiful
for we are full of words and water
we cry the fire into dust
(and it becomes the earth)
and then we live
and then we lust
we lust for too many years to count on our two clay hands
we lust until… nothing is still
until
it’s the end of the world
and the stars and sky and night are fire again
but it's too beautiful to fear
so we go near
Sit in rainbows at its feet
and eat the dust

Labels: By Ana