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I’ve Seen the Burning Day Rise Too Soon It lifts from bird ashes, a sun-heap on heads, so each blessed clasp of eyes around air finds with ease, they say, their assembled maker. A god is more prevalent on warm days. Neverending multitudes have gimped in the ice, only to wetly emerge from no grave but those planned in the heart, and from this rare sunlight, and this joy, they travel, having eaten heat and become heat. When this long-hoped Sun deports its light slow behind the lip, the cold holds them lastly like embers. ©Ray Succre

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Ray Succre currently lives on the southern Oregon coast with his wife and baby son. He has been published in Aesthetica, BlazeVOX, and Pank, as well as in numerous others across as many countries. His novel Tatterdemalion (Cauliay Publishing) is forthcoming in early 2008. He tries hard.