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The fire that heals
The fire that burns
The world that’s still
The world that turns

flameshrieking blisterburn-infernoburning flameshriekhowl!
howlingbrain tincanbang-tinnitus - fearfear fear i fear voices
tintintinbang voices voices howling cack-cack-cack cacaco-
caconoises hackshrieking tinbangtin holocaust-rackrack-
blisterscald! flameboilpains ear, painsear, flames that burn!
flames that char charnel-house bone stenchrot-bones! remember
vultures bonepick remember coffin death death-music, music
death remember music remember

The fire that heals -
Cycles of water, cycles of fire.
Dragonfly’s incandescent bell
Of river, stream and melody;
Narwhal’s spinning spiral tusk
Of light and ice and melody.
I am chained to all life,
To the beating mind of earth,
But am a blissful prisoner:
The songs of trees and mists
And spider-lines, the music
Of a gold dune, an oryx
Sending out the two long shadows
Of its horns across the jewels of grains,
The dust our bones become.

remember howl remember banghowl! tortureshriek-spaghettiwire
why machines why wolflasers, mastodon mecanny-canical blinkline
-assembly blink blink doe lightbomb dodo screams like a vixen!
razorblade rips raw-red path across bay-baby’s adam’s apple -
the torture me, the torture mine! remember remembaby blistering
the innocents howl the venom drugged soldiers orders soldiers
venom! electropowermasters, venom! vain vain vein vein-kings,
egorambos, super-robots we decapitated the children we
decapitated the children...

The fire that heals
The fire that burns
The world that’s still
The world that turns

You could not hear,
You would not hear.
Now you listen to your pain,
You listen to your pain.
But souls may begin again,
For there is a fire that heals.
If you find the fire inside you
And burn it into swords
You will challenge all the torture
As you listen to the children.

how many years how many how much much inferno-pain and time time
and inferno-paintime flametime boiling of my ears blisters of my
eyes boiling of my years blisters of my skies scrawling of my
lies squealing of the seers ripping of the flies howling of my
fe -

Rackel! Be still.
Be still, be still.
Listen to Sangomen:
In my skies I have
Healing I may breathe.
A chance of reprieve.
Be still. Be still,
Humble and still.
I will muffle all your voices
As you humble, as you still
As you humble, as you still.
In your silent heart be still.

The fire that heals
The fire that burns
The world that’s still
The world that turns

Rackel, dear Rackel,
You were still once
In the music of your heart.
Let me remember for you,
Let me remember
How we were still.
In the sky of our minds once
We knew no prisoners,
No prisons nor no torture.
We knew only the voices
Of the wise dead,
The truth of innocence,
The candle of a child
Before the painting
Of a whitebeard under the sun.

My tears, dear Rackel,
Carry the lightning of ecstasies -
The bliss-balm of the fire-rose
Blossoming in the blind gardens
Of the inner veils
Of the lovers’ red.

Dear Rackel, be still.
Let me pour all over you,
All over your pain,
All the light
Of the cooling sun,
Healing as a glacier wall
Against your blistered lips,
Healing as a glacier wall
Against your blistered lips.

The fire that heals
The fire that turns
The world that’s still
The world that burns