Fires of Flesh

FIRES OF FLESH. Where the sacred fires of flesh Burn steady in mountain sojourn Coral of the stones and the grass Inscribing signatures in antique brass. Across bluish waters of the lake Reflections of the shaders alive Seated on a wide wooden throne Before the symmetrical fountains Some unknown figure like Isis. Here are the worlds Of gods and demons Of haze and visibility The shades and the unborn Spirits of the dead long gone. On certain nights Opening the purple door In the house of memory Where a secret is born. Drunk in the wilderness Sharpening the pointed horn Settling for a new awakening In translucent light of a dawn.