Fires That Light the Earth

There must be more, much more, to life than this electric, egocentric, current circumstance
 On this Earth, there must be more than this for Homo sapiens
 Homo spirans, Homo amans, Roamer of the Earth for aeons
 Thriver through ages of ice
 Homo pugnans, homo narrans*, Hauler Down of Bear and Mammoth
 We are they—the same line
 Give me sun and give me song, and I will charge our blood with ancient life
 Give me sun and give me song—and the years I'll sing us back to ice
 This chthonic howl echoes across Metachthonia
 Somewhere in the distance it is answered
 Look to the sky, look to the hills, to ground you in this electric age
 Look to the folk and the past they fill to ground you in this electric age
 I find myself a being of consuming flame
 And seeing that the senses are deceived and isolated by machines
 I find
 Myself a being of consuming flame
 And seeing that the passions are deceived and maneuvered by machines
 As you journey on through these modern times, walk light through the traps of the age
 As you journey on through these
 modern times, walk heavy through the barriers made
 Metachthonia! Metachthonia! Chthonic times are gone
 Metachthonia! Metachthonia! Metachthonic times live on
 Look not to these modern times—where diodes shine over the sun
 To solve questions older than life, for the times only concern with themselves
 Lost in urban sprawl
 Spiritual withdrawal
 Lights and screens decide all dreams
 The distant landscape breathed and I heard the sky above—it groaned clouded words
 Followed the chthonic call; journey to the coastal wall
 Where great trees stand across wide whispering land
 The sound of waves striking cliffs was speech, conversation
 Eternal
 Tones, in the marrow of my bones
 "And the fires burn bright
 And they burn in number
 Oh how they burn all across the Earth
 And the fires burn all across the glowing Earth
 And the fires burn for any who wish to find them
 Any who wish to find them"
 I plant my feet upon the cliff and breathe the spray of the sea
 Arms wider than the thundering sky
 I roared out to all I could see and stretched flame into the sky
 Though immersed in mist and spray
 The fire that surged from heart to fist was ready to consume me
 I saw the threads appear in the air: not quite cloud, not quite vine
 Glowing with each pulse, reaching high from my chest to the clouds
 And the sky broke with crashing light and sound to deafen Thor himself
 Lightning lit the ethereal braid
 All went black
 When the storm cleared I sprawled on the green
 And the landscape breathed
 The stars became life in the sky
 When I felt the blood pulse in time with the Earth
 I'd found my answer