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Dino looks at a seed of fire sever some corner of the sun.
He thinks he has never seen so beautiful a blessing.
He burrows his head in the clouds, peeking his long neck out of the
Pockets to see its grace. He thinks of the cycads and ferns
And horsetails and gingkoes and ferns he will eat for dinner.
He thinks of Mystery and of Running and of Sunset,
Of the Future he does not yet know he has left behind.
The sky seems to shrivel around this Seed.
Sun sheds all its colour, and
as the light dilates in the sky, he thinks for a moment
That he has seen the universe wink at him,
The red eye of solitude. Then, as the Beautiful Thing
Descends from the sky to greet the Earth, he sees it
For a moment, plant firmly in the soil that was once his land,
Shake the firm land with its roots,
And burst into flowers of pink, purple rage.
He thinks he has never seen so beautiful a blessing.
He burrows his head in the clouds, peeking his long neck out of the
Pockets to see its grace. He thinks of the cycads and ferns
And horsetails and gingkoes and ferns he will eat for dinner.
He thinks of Mystery and of Running and of Sunset,
Of the Future he does not yet know he has left behind.
The sky seems to shrivel around this Seed.
Sun sheds all its colour, and
as the light dilates in the sky, he thinks for a moment
That he has seen the universe wink at him,
The red eye of solitude. Then, as the Beautiful Thing
Descends from the sky to greet the Earth, he sees it
For a moment, plant firmly in the soil that was once his land,
Shake the firm land with its roots,
And burst into flowers of pink, purple rage.
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Ela Begum Kumcuoglu is a Turkish student living in London, who has been previously published in Obsessed with Pipework Magazine, Wildscape Literary Magazine, the Genre Review, and has been shortlisted in the Indigo Dreams competition 2024.
