in the body of the burning

v. in the body of the burning 

estefaaano_writes 

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i know not whether what moved through me

was transfiguration or merely damage.

the difference between 

a man becoming something new,

and a man simply coming apart after a fashion 

that consumes considerable time.

for they feel alike from within.

that's a truth no tongue foretells.

i have waited for the sign.

the moment of clarification.

to discern whether i am the flame,

or merely the wood upon which

the fire has chosen to happen.

yet the body gives no such response.

it does but endure,

showing up to its own burning,

presenting itself to all things,

with nothing but the dumb faithful act 

of its own persistence.

i know not whether i am burning.

but i am warm in places that were cold before;

and something within me that had long ossified

is slowly learning against its own 

inclination how to move.

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