Independent Works Of Fire

Last night,
Under the swelling moon,
Wrestling for sweet dreams
In a tomb of desire and
Restless fires consuming-
My unseen body's transmutation
Held by golden threads
Through the loops of all its dueling.

Anointed in my sleep
As I was driven to the depth
To speak with all the dead and
The secrets that they keep.

Through the tunnel shaft,
A tight,
Dark
Hollow,
I was following
A little living puzzle
And filled with
A peculiar light laughter.

Finding,
In my waking after,
That such breaths of mysteries
Were designed to bring in plenty
Jewelry made of keys.

My heart
Like a hare
Tall-eared,
And
Listening,
Went
Wandering
In the prayer
Of a freshly-mined ruby.