The Fire, Franz Wright

The Fire

 

Listen, I've light

in my eyes

and on my skin

the warmth of a star, so strange

is this

that I

can barely comprehend it:

I think

I'll lift my face to it, and then

I lift my face,

and don't even know how

this is done.  And

everything alive

(and everything's

alive) is turning

into something else

as at the heart

of some annihilating

or is it creating

fire

that's burning, unseeably, always

burning at such speeds

as eyes cannot

detect, just try

to observe your own face

growing old

in the mirror, or

is it beginning

to be born?

 

~ Franz Wright ~

 

 

(God's Silence)