How to make the fire speak? For which thing God enhanced him.
Mosaics taken as beings themselves speak in signs
of life. Fierce nomography, fiercer creamy mooneye, pour
silver down to the dreamt roofline, to
the shadow-hymn
enhancer, echoey with umbral drones. It’s
an image by tongue we get in Byzantium.
It’s the inferencer’s earpiece,
a little dream lobe tamped down by insemination,
a little DNA-flame, a regency of scriptural language lorded
over, the enricher. All
holy fire.





If we can keep thinking this way, we can
live forever, as alive as this.
And this. And as
this.