Record the measurement of time with graves
Not seconds, minutes, hours. From tyranny
Of gears we come unbound; we are not slaves
To counterpoint or linearity
Replace the wheelings of the stars with heat
A catalyst applied like key to lock
Consuming all the dry and obsolete
To turn the spiral faster than the clock
Submit to chaos and necessity
Of chance; the process cannot be contained
The irony of alchemy: to see
An end, but not the path by which attained
Surrender to a wider-seeing source
Oh, lord of ash and fire, with scent of stars
And roses formed of embers glowing orange
Incinerate what’s done; let it be char
Transform the darkest shadow so it turns
From emptiness to flame; as bright my light
So deep my dark, but even so, it burns
Black star invisible against the night
All courses are innately changeable
To start a phoenix burn takes just a spark
We hold this truth to be immutable:
Who carries soul of flame need fear no dark
~Elena Nola
Elena Nola, Poet 
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