My Personal Pyromaniac
Feathers are spellbound
now raging in a pyre ,
my wish was to soar
but now it kills like a criminal.
it is an internal conflagration
threatening to flare over in lunacy.
The only way to calm the flame
is with my own truculent soul
to distort and emolliate
So now I submit rapture to the pyrrhic dance
join me in the wild ash and posies
Your wings will back draft me onto chaos
Pray for and prey on me
devout and destroy me
for if it gets out
it will snake and curl a storm
akin to molten glass
to thwart and freeze everything
the ash makes me sick
I quaver under this clay form
and I realize now
that I was not supposed to alter
“I…,
me…,
and mine…”
they belong to his adjudications.
Monday, July 25, 2011
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