Hit pause on the rainy songs
The sunset is not fabulous
Any more if it ever was
Though supplemental perhaps to the magnetic compass
The stars give little guidance in love business or marriage

In the blast furnaces of Bessemer
Only a memory now
In the old lamplighter’s sentimental rounds
The woods of California and Australia
The paleolithic Anthropocene
Only fire persists that like a wave
Constitutes not an object but a configuration

Adjourn the age of experiment and of discovery
Exult in the agony of the torturing flames
To purge the lingering amniotic wetness
Disperse the audiences for entertainments and political speeches
Hit pause on the cold and earthy songs of death
Blow off the inspiriting ditties of the air the helpful airy spirits
Let remain only poetry only fire