Fire!
the collapse of the matter,
the flop of their borders,
the collide of shapes,
the debris of limits!
Everything shuffles
and enrols in the gray ringlets
of flames,
raging in claws of the smokes scramble.
Fire!
in brightness of its eyes
as if
it is the substances outcry:
no more entrapment of forms and borders!
no more insertion !
As if
the fountain of sparkles
scattering the golden wings of metamorphosis
in the DNA of fabrics.
As if there is the celebration of thing.
As if there is the dance of unity
from all the combustibles,
the dance of reunion!
As if the springs of tomorrow
caving in the night of objects
As if there is the swelling burst of the newness
that forms
are
burning for.
