So close to the core
the heat permeates
rises burns and lashes out.
Lessons are learned
still intoxication fixates
what is deep in the soul
reverberates.
A shared torrent transforms
the material world is formed and like God
responsibility calls.
If void exists then so must the substance
which counters it all,
fire from the mountain
creation from the dawn.
Instructions are what you make of it
the hand is extended and upon the canvas
a face is drawn, outwards to connect
fire in the eye, thumping of the chest
there stands a moment where you are burned
but have no regret.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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