The sun beats down and the fills the air with hell
and heat rises, filling every pore, filling every molecule
of being until lit with fire the sun engulfs the body.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
The sun beats down and the fills the air with hell
and heat rises, filling every pore, filling every molecule
of being until lit with fire the sun engulfs the body.