stirs from the belly
of heavy, molten slumber,
moaning and grumbling.
Cold, hard lungs cough and inhale.
A tamed mouth, kept silent for too long
ruptures a white, cool silence as its voice erupts
into the heavens and offers up a prayer, this
god of fire reaches with deft claws to capture the timid skies.
Speech, free and flowing, driven and desperate as hungry amber
tones now argue in red fury, burning the earth’s crusted
feet and scorching the skin it ambles over. In the wake of self expression,
the cragged face of a new temple is quiet; it stands aloft but alone in the cool sky.