Winter's Flame

Winter's cold flame

burns us awake.

Endless desolation

will no longer reign

for darkness sails its last voyage.

Light hunts us like prey

run not for flames move higher

and higher day by day.

We come to the edge where

thought has not been,

extending ourselves into

heaviness again and again.

Pioneers reaching beyond

we are the tired flame

blazing,

rising,

into the unknown

burning a path with

flesh and bone.

KLF 2008