born on the lick of a solar flare
spat across the reaches
to reach us.
Thudding into the inertia of our lives
a searing streak of change.He pulsed
an ember glowing
rose petal opening
unfolding naked and awakened.
We gathered
the multitudes of disavowed and
disaffected
collected by the after image of his journey
seared into our retinas.
When he spoke at last
it was a song of luminosity
tinder words brittle and flaring.
His invective devoured
those of us who stood too close
and would be consumed.
We became
the song of the flames need
a congregation of conflagration.
He told us
of incandescence
and how it was
to be the son
of the sun.
And we burned for him.