sounds of m — Fire Gypsy
Charmingly beautiful sun, golden sunflower
turning to watch the flaming dance of the fire gypsy.
The audience forgets your destructive danger
they accede and mirror your beauty as you break loose
spreading and spreading wildly your chaotic order.
Cloned images are flickering inside, fire gypsies
Jetty through their disappearing green timbered stages
Restless seek a denser stage to linger longer.
Only remain alive moving and procreating,
you gracefully leap and give birth with every footprint.
Your children eat the flesh of the living womb they
are dropped into, leaving a uterus smuttied by their creation.
Look but don’t touch these grounded stars
so captivating one forgets passage of time
mesmerized by the renewing flames overpowering.
You impulsive self-assertive beauty, are
shamed of nothing; You are beautiful and know it.
The power of your light, the power of your heat
destroys all those who dare to touch the white and the red
turning to a coal black by the shock of your power.
Round glowing sun heating, ground flowing fire beating
Helian sky weeping glowing wild ember fire-red tears
Goddess-flames ghostly pass through one another.
In a heartless dragon dance you decorate the sky
with your destruction of land until your fickle-hearted dance
changes your direction with only a shift of
the wind you change your mood and give birth in a land that
floats underneath you to touch your white red power
Red helian sky, spellbound sunflower asthmatic
from your gypsy fire dance, breathing your Midas coal flour.