is an entrance to where reading is like fire enabling flames
inside the dark
the breath and enclose the exchange,
dependent on those who lead the underworld
into days of
mists that settle on the brow.
The tendency to return
gospels, he said,
read the world as fire
within the body,
it he who laughed, dichotomizing centuries of viperous nights,
their minutes a collector of scaly Gnostic throats,
even as the malting crowns of shamans were poisoning wombs given to a gospel
it to the ones who died wearing the dense features of an animal's vestment,
what luminous living does grounded in Cantabrian cells.