In the torrential rain, a white fire.
Petals like feverish wings. Eyes like stars.
The lightning retraced its descent.
Insects found their church.
The surrounding grasses exploded in glory.

This feverish crucible of light and heat.
This burning animal of pure flame,
a language unto silence.
In the midst of endless waters of the sky,
this singular conflagration.

Where my dream approached its altar.