on that day when i was
holy
fire touched the four horizons
it roared and wailed and gnashed its
teeth
for the love of being
fire danced with
childish glee
when i became holy
it breached the bounds of the sky
til out beyond the heliopause
its strange contortions inspired
wonder
and the agony of
love
and though it
consumed no air nor fuel
all were breathless and still
and all there was was fire