Heart of Earth

When we fall upon this ground,
till our shallow dimple down
through charcoal shoal-

form the walls, our concave bowl
burial of furnace-glazed porcelain souls.

Peculiarly divine our tomb,
flames immersed in soiled gloom,
glimmering of our lamps dispersed

into the gloaming of our birth,
becomes the heart of earth.

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