The Substrate

The eternal hunger forever seeking

Through red flames of fire hungry to devour,

Yet at its heart an untouched space of coolness,

The substrate over which this play occurs,

Longing the respite of the coolness within,

At times feeling scalded, at times agonizing,

Yet sometimes concretely feeling,

Salvaged and beyond the reach,

Of the dream tongues of fire.

- Anahita Sanjana (India)

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