journal creature: Phoenix Fire

I was alone once in the middle of the desert. I was thirsty all the time, could drink no wine. Earth tones for breakfast, dry mouth for lunch, I knew of the danger when a bath cracked the skin.

I was thinking about transformation in the middle of the desert. How Fire devours fuel---a log becomes light. And heat.
How impatient, unpredictable, insatiable and wholly, this destruction/creation---in the name of transformation.

I was inspired to delirium in the middle of the desert. 115 at midday and turning to dust. Tucson in the south, burning like Summer. I danced when I learned to love like Fire.

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	Phoenix Fire July 11, 2003 I was alone once in the middle of the desert. I was thirsty all the time, could drink no wine. Earth tones for breakfast, dry mouth for lunch, I knew of the danger when a bath cracked the skin. I was thinking about transformation in the middle of the desert. How Fire devours fuel---a log becomes light. And heat. How impatient, unpredictable, insatiable and wholly, this destruction/creation---in the name of transformation. I was inspired to delirium in the middle of the desert. 115 at midday and turning to dust. Tucson in the south, burning like Summer. I danced when I learned to love like Fire. 0 comments Links to this post 0 Comments: Post a Comment Links to this post: <$BlogBacklinkTitle$> <$BlogBacklinkSnippet$> posted by <$BlogBacklinkAuthor$> @ <$BlogBacklinkDateTime$> Create a Link