You hear a music in the fire, feel the heat from a blaze of chords -
warm your bones to a song in the flames, a song that confounds
and calls for a moment of being brazen - who dares enter this white
circle? Black guitars so close to the flames the sound boxes start to blister
(smoke exhaled in the key of D and talk of shakers, the roll of drones -)
a brazen blister of sound and the fire grows, spreads ink black wings
with shadows - like interlocked hands - that char the canvas walls.