In the forest of stone there is a fire,
a single flame.
Heavy with the heat,
I move quickly
through the corridor of fevered trees;
I have lost all sense of home.
I am in motion under a sea of suns set to circles.
The capillaries in my heart grow hot
as I run, rushing from trunk to trunk
under this sky, fat with God.
But there is nowhere in the forest
that is free of the flame.
My desire has made a hole in me,
it is inescapable and everywhere,
&, like the darkness, never needs to move.