Burning to move
Like body like soul
Flesh of the mind
Peeling in layers
You found what once was
Waves of resonance
With the spirit of the world
Now peelings of logic
Without a reason for their being
Merely filling the space
In their absence
They thought themselves gone
And after several revolutions of light
You found yourself
In the dry verse of the pines
Burning for song
Burning for dance
Burning for the freedom
That rang complacent
In southern forests
Lined with towering crosses
And beds of needles
Drawing blood from what once was
Divine
Now dark inlets appeared
Along the edges that thought
What beauty was burning
In the pockets of shadow
Shrouded in
The devil's night