micma ao comselh aoiveae
“ I think of how the mystics read
by the light of their own bodies.
What a world of darkness that must have been
to read by the flaming hearts
that turn into heaps of ash on the altar,
how everything in the end is made
equal by the wind. „
Timothy Liu, excerpt from “Vox Angelica,”
The New Young American Poets (Southern Illinois University, 2000)