You feed the fire many things.
It takes everything.
Stars back away.
Its heart, bodiless,
embodies the asteroid belt
of your outer ruin.
You cannot say what it is.
Like you, it is almost lion-hearted.
It is mostly human.
Brightest of every most broken,
you see what you feel in your eyes,
ferocious engines of a spaceship.
Isle of Hoy 