Rose Without Contradiction

I dreamed fields of flaming roses,
And you were they as they were every
Burning petal in a world of flying
Embers in full bloom, before dropping
In a rain of soft ash and drifting
Smoke that quietly obscures the flash
Of blinding clarity that wanting brings.
Music of the spheres is nothing, abject
Silent in the storm of unreasoning
Desire, fuses burning, tumblers falling,
Flags unfurled and eyes alive like lights.
Nothing else matters, angels dash them-
Selves to death, promises bloom and die
At once when blood runs thick and hot
As burning rock, sugar-sweet tongues
Of fire slow and swollen in the air
Itself a desert wind blowing inland
From the salt and shivering sea.

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