- Vol. 07
- Chapter 01
Image by Rude Ltd
we called it home
fused;
chalk with bone
ozone with blood
seasons with pulse
this earth
runs through me
fused; to
walk in the market
watch from the hill
wait for the one
my vision is clear by
sun or moon or star
i sing in a
language
known to all
written by none
watching from the hill as
fire sets fire to fire
flames
fused.