Forgotten Ground Regained

What Fire Will Be

Forth this fire strains and licks,stretching shadows in glowing room,greatly growing beyond my urge:body and bones, flush and bloom.
For flame forges the link and the knife,law of living descent to ashthat dooms to downward turn the skin,takes our tendons and buries the flesh:
but burning brand for woven rhythm,wildest wick in crackling touch,carves the cradle’s future, rendersflesh for flame, engendering much —
so gently gemlike embers flicker,end of embrace but not of heat;never not nourish spike of burn,spend nor sputter, warmth of sheet
and where all wearing down of eveningdim bring dusk to home and room,hearth still holds. Travels skin,trough and touch, in landscapes soon
left to linger in common sleepcompleting clasp of time and love;tempering truth for passion burn,pressing past organic groove
that orders outward to desiccation —desire drift toward nothing that sees.Now I know, body of fleshand blood and breath, what fire will be:
flame refold for untold years(until unlearned devouring urge):devoted delight this song, this muse,this single skin in which we merge.
In Forgotten Ground Regained, Issue 9, Winter 2026 Psalms and Meditations
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