Dawn Borne of Crimson Fire
January 4th 2011 02:00
Rosy streamered dawn.
As there are always steel birds throwing themselves into the fire at the break of day,
smoking and steaming as they go.
What fresh fires banked by dawn’s early light
spring anew to pound on a dark and slumbering world.
A phoenix born of flames at the edge of night.
Rising through the chill air above the stormy sea.
Fire flowers burning on the horizon.
I arose and laid my head on cold steel rails on the way to work.
I arose and laid my head on cool clouds on the way to work.
What bright wonder lay before us we did not know.
And suddenly it was dark as we entered a tunnel.
A naked house,
newly peeled,
sat shivering in the dawn
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