Supplication to Flame
Nate Maxson
Sun shadow of a Blakean jaguar passing overhead/ sun didn’t set today/ only light from the stripes of the wildfire
Here is your prayer made of smoke and dust/ rising shamanic signal, skywide: approach the throne and whisper, like so, inside the old world’s red lungs
Let this earth disappear/ this ash-land singularity/ burn, big world to the ground