Pyrosophy: Knowledge of Fire (a Sonnet)

Hiding embers from yesterday's Sun,
I place them inside the starfire hole
where Dead Moon stokes his celestial coal.
Nighttime stirs in the shadow-scrubbed knoll
and peels at the edges--the starlines undone.
But morning bells will hum through cloudy lather
shaking tree branches, the early-up nun,
the trout farmer's wife (and her gun).

Sunlight rolls in on river tides
and beside the river, to mean are heard:
"Don't be such a nihilist, Wei Chi!
Who do you suppose you are speaking to?"
"Well, that's you. Or rather,
the growing absence of you."

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HAPPY NEW YEARS TO ALL MY FRIENDS!
HAVE FUN AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES!
Here's looking toward a prosperous and
abundant year for 2006!!!

Love,
JUSTIN