Fire Sermon
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Spirit is a casual lover, courting form and moving on,
Letting some maker's mind embrace it momentarily
As neutron, mayfly, mountain range or poem, then gone
To favor other incarnations. Caught up in that kamikaze,
What can Soul do but conflagrate with grace, learn
To bend abandonment to shapes of transient fire,
To become a populace of wolves that howl and yearn,
Landscapes of longing, exquisite architectures of desire?