The fire casts a hundred faces on you
a shadow dance, a metamorphosis
release energy and the projection
of dendric ghosts giving you warmth.
Your gaze owned by the wooden seance
because you are looking within and
backwards, paying homage to your lineage
whom you've survived staring the same way.
The embers pulse with the celestial drink above
slowly vibrating, the Void's heartbeat
of entropy and spontaneous rearrangement.
Inhaling and exhaling without consequence.
And so are you and so am I.
Infinitely in the midst of this all.
Trapped only by what we choose not.
I choose to burn away like the fire...