"...setting fire to the unjust state of things instead of burning the things themselves."
--Gilles Deluze, from Cinema 1
If we were ignited
The things themselves would not burn
The world would touch me not
It would touch me with a wound
Making visible the appearance
Of the we the semblance assembling us
Who lay their bodies down like
They was a case for every one
Hollering for the fire
As it carried them down
Hollering a reverse phoenix a kind
Of homage to sundown
To a black sun the shafts of which
Cannot arrive nor hold
Us up to any other remaining thing
The ash in reverse the slipping still
Arranged like witness singing
Rupture into innocence
Writing codes switched just as suddenly
As dark as they are ideal.
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