out from under the death of day, a new feeling of fire evolves. a spurning of things antithetical, and also a hysteron proteron. with freedom comes chaos and with the chaos is feeling. out from under and the death of the day is burning. under the dermis, hot and inflexive, the new time belts out in blood, and the sweet chill abates. oh, the dulcet dying and all the mouths baying and the softest roundest intensity of song pulls the bones out through the skin. we were fire once, and we sang it long and loud. we gave its proud fingers our organ, and played it long and loud. we reverberated along the hills and masticated everything green and red. our life was a dream undying. we played fire, put out and sparked again, with a movement of tooth and tongue and a calling of the names of gods. the heat is with us still, it teases out the death.