Fire Log Pose

There is low tempest brow
To sinking in and feeling the heat
On your skin.
Warm, and better than before.
Incapsucalted in night terrors and cold sweats , now I venture with wind in my hair.
Stuck in one stop, and a whole backyard
And I choose floor for seat and grass for the ground I rest attent on.
In a meditative pose no matter how I try.