two flames (January 4th, 2011)
una sola vela de blanca pura celebra dos llamas separadas en llamas juntos adentro de un vaso de rojo oscuro.
a single candle of pure white holds two separate flames burning together inside a glass of deep red.
together two separate flames burn in a single candle of pure white-together they dance-primal and rhythmic-the way only fire knows how-across the walls they swim through the shadows of their undulations-the occasional cracks and sparks arise from their fluttering-wavering, then still-they meet, then part-from two vertical blazing wands to one circular glowing pool-wavering, then still-illuminating cracks and fissures of sharp jagged crystalline lines inside a small glass of deep red.
from their bodies come blazing undulations
they dance rhythmically
they sing glowingly
from their mouths come melodies of sparks
rhythmic primal dances and glowing songs
the primal brilliance of transformation
inside a small glass of deep red lies a single candle of pure white holding two separate flames which burn together they dance primal and rhythmic-they sing melodies of crackling sparks-they glow brighter as they grow higher-wavering then still-a pulsating puppet show of light and shadow swimming across the walls in concert with their undulations-at once obscuring and illuminating the cracks and fissures of jagged crystalline deposits.
smoke rises
a single candle of pure white holds two separate flames burning together inside a glass of deep red.
together two separate flames burn in a single candle of pure white-together they dance-primal and rhythmic-the way only fire knows how-across the walls they swim through the shadows of their undulations-the occasional cracks and sparks arise from their fluttering-wavering, then still-they meet, then part-from two vertical blazing wands to one circular glowing pool-wavering, then still-illuminating cracks and fissures of sharp jagged crystalline lines inside a small glass of deep red.
from their bodies come blazing undulations
they dance rhythmically
they sing glowingly
from their mouths come melodies of sparks
rhythmic primal dances and glowing songs
the primal brilliance of transformation
inside a small glass of deep red lies a single candle of pure white holding two separate flames which burn together they dance primal and rhythmic-they sing melodies of crackling sparks-they glow brighter as they grow higher-wavering then still-a pulsating puppet show of light and shadow swimming across the walls in concert with their undulations-at once obscuring and illuminating the cracks and fissures of jagged crystalline deposits.
smoke rises