what sleep withdraws from the effort to divide is heat—where without its radiance no weather could swell nor ovule bare the soul its tree nor the wild reach of time beget this approach of fire—not without there being one whose waste the ambiguous emptiness keeps as if a dream for the sleepless who are the tinder it gathers against this expanding immortality—these perpetual combustions that light the way for those who seek the sleep desire has exhausted with the advent of seed
a distant fire
