Jun 24, 2014 18:50
The Wooden Thing embraces a heat
A coalescing moment in the process of exploding
Grasping at embers-hollow wood throat chokes on smoke
Knothole eyes drinking, bowed arms working
Torrents of licking, lilting pillars of fire in ecstasy
Breaking off skin and casting it into the kiln
Visions in fire, some shaggy rim and a maw most menacing
And what is worse? To be subsumed in an inferno? To be consumed by the thing lurking behind it?