THE HEAT

Where you stand becomes the sundial
And your shadow, a vacuum of light
The heat is its own reality.
Altering yours.

You, the alien paper,
turned to native carbon.
Hot wind blankets the ears.
Penetrates the flesh
in a needle wind.

The heat, stretches
The heat, a burning coil
that unwinds and stretches
like the ribbon of horizon
under a raging sunrise.

It stretches,
makes a canopy over your soul,
And your soul,
an alloy of heat.

And the soul stretches.

*Rajwinraj*