Hestia’s Hearth

snapping tails of fingers reach out against the dark 

eyes like halved nut 

shell splintered 

open and close 

bodies forming a circle 

dancing around 

an eternal flame 

eating, gnawing, at limbs of lumber 

fragile matter 

reality primitively moving  

mending  

bending  

as Hestia gathers 

breaking the emptiness 

gaps between the other 

entranced 

for all creature  

crawl  

craving  

cramming  

against one another 

unknowingly weaving a creed of consciousness 

thickened fibers of essence 

of hope and serenity against the forces that seek to split us apart 

cooing at the embrace 

the spontaneous combustion of energy 

warmth emitting from nothing 

from sticks and reeds to vessels of tenderness 

holes gouging the heavens 

leaking particles of light into the eyes 

the Gods become reflections of the four-limbed specks