She put her claws away
She has dispensed with the rhythm
of flickers of fire and flowers' cascades
she puts away her beating heart
organ of life
metronome of spirit passing
grey beating of a metal piston
on a metal drum, signifying
nothing nothing nothing
the beating of pulse on the brain
struggling to kill language
she dragged her fingernails through the
thorax of being the abdominis
of change- yogini of many arms
bhikuni of many minds
she put her tongue, disembodied
on the bed of the censer
censored the sense of the fire
in the coals which have coalesced
to syntagmatic structure
LITTLE BURNINGS
the vibrato in the throats of the bells
calling forth jack
from the candlestick
speaking to the bones of the embers
commanding:
Awake
flowers garnishing the embryonic
children living in flame
be me
me not alone again anymore the way
I function has surpassed
again nonrepeating variable life
of dissolution and change
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