The Sweat Lodge Commute

The house of fire
An open pit
Where flame is what becomes
Of memory
To see and forget
To see and forget
Echoing light and ash
The blissful heat of
Golden coals
Invigorates the air
And makes all those who breathe
Within it glow

The entrails of the stars
Can’t touch this emberwind
And its hallucinogenic
Visions