The Lens of a Flame
but what are we?
we who have found
the void in the golden middle
and wildfire at the core
and at the crossroads – no good choice,
like in that old Romanian fairytale
pebbles struck in the dark
kindled the fire
– here, the scent of fire in our palms
are we then dragons
wolves
salamanders
who have fed on words of fire
and have opened a thousand eyes
yet there’s only one way given
for us to see
through a lens, the flame
rugged and silky
that envelops us
Ioana Ieronim
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