Imagine a river of fire
and you are a piece of wood
in which someone has hidden
a jewel and no matter how you
try, you are destined to burn your
way to the falls where just when
you feel certain you are to die, the
weight of the wood has burned off
and only the jewel floats over the
edge and lightly the pool cleanses
what has been hidden for so long.
Beyond the fall the deep is just
what’s been waiting under the fire
and the jewel is just what’s been
waiting under the wood
and the air praises what
has never been seen.
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