Here, at the edge of forever, everything is a teaching fire.
Like flowing colors whose movements are meanings.
The beautiful woman comes; I drink a mystery from her palm.
When I swallow, I am gone; we are birds who fly between
stars, between love and obliteration.

There is no one else left here, and the birds dive into skyfires.
Long ago I remembered knowing her name.
Now there is only this gulf, their absence, these words.
Silence. You can see a fire but it’s really only shadows.