I used to feed kilns with wood.
flames lapping at the fuel like hungry wolves,
fresh kill at their feet.
There is earth becoming immortal in the chamber.
Some strange alchemy our ancestors uncovered.
we shared fire,
but barely breath.
thick air between us carrying ideas and inspirations
and lost dreams
The fire was so hot, there is barely any remnant; only bits of ash being tossed by a gentle breeze.
i wonder if a phoenix will emerge.
Perhaps too many ages have passed.
though, non linear time might tell a different story.
and maybe, i just wasn't there to see that mythical bird spread it's wings and take to the outer atmosphere.
spread out on a slab of stone.
alter of my ancestors,
sacrificial lamb to those with limited vision.
Snake slithering out of it's old skin to those that see beyond.
I have done this for centuries.
Maybe i am the phoenix.
I made this piece at a workshop hosted by @debrafritts
And wrote this poem a bit ago. The words are finally finding their way into the sculpture. 💫💥💫
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