Whimpering fire
Snap of the Whip
Stones grinding then
Clack Clack Clack
Flame spills over the wood
Crack Crack Crack
The wind blows less gentle
Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh
Every time the earth sits
Creak Creak Creak
On the edge of its ellipse
(…) (…) (…)
My home in a city by a lake
Crash Crash Crash
Cream-colored brick
Thump Thump Thump
Fire flashes then
Blink Blink Blink
With a light so bright that
Crack Crack Crack
It ignites and a stray spark
Clack Clack Clack
Drifts to me and I am the sun itself
Snap of the Whip
