this is why you called
fire learned our language,
then turned it on the dark.
it spoke us back in answers
that left a mark.
by the time we named silence,
the nighttime was done—
the dark was burning
with stolen sun.
Yes, said the spark,
the dark looked back.
This is why you came.
This isn’t your dream..
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"fire learned our language,
then turned it on the dark." - These two lines took my breath away for a moment. I immediately thought of Prometheus and of how the legend might have continued if humans had learned the language of fire. Thank you for the space to dream. The poem is very beautiful.
I had to chew on this for a while.
After a time it felt almost like a strong memory expressed in a unique way.