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