the trees all planted in the same month after the same fire
each thick around
as a man’s wrist
meticulously spaced grids cutting the sunshine
into panels into planks
and crossbeams of light
an incandescent architecture that is the home that was
promised you
the promise of your new
purified body
your body rendered glasslike by fire now open to the light
slicing through you
through the glass
bones of your hands as you lift the light free of its verticals
carry it blazing
through your irradiated life
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