Swirls of coals 'round my fire,
Lashes hold my loosened pupil,
Burning embers, a red snake eye.
In the center, cyclones fly,
Red flames lick the water torrent.
Deep frozen, savage, turbulent.
From the bottom a source of pain,
Rayant stars, are emanating.
What do we say when we say a thing?
Do we exercise a means of praying?
