Millenia

Flaming heart, flaming tire Flaming leap through the fire Through the coil, burning pyre You are wind, you’re desire You are stems and leaves and washed out streets And riverbeds dry for years, then flooded in mere seconds Full to the brim over sand, broken glass Shards of plates and aluminum cans shining light Light, light, light out from the earth, from the tan, from the brown Reeds dried out, once green, now found drowned under the rush I type in one word press search I find Millenia is a town in Florida A nеighborhood with a dark blue sky and bright lights Illuminating stucco, Roman style architecturе of a Cheesecake Factory And I think about what it means To be seen in this time, in these years When a word as expansive and central as millenia Is referenced in such a strange fractal of the most particular kind of present moment that I can conjure up in my small mind The referencing of the referencing of the referencing Of time And the fractalizing nature of authenticity You need me, too I know you do I need you too