A Swansong in Ash and Ember
March 24, 2025
I have loved from the fireline—bold, open,unafraid of the burn. I have danced the dance ofalmost-lovers,almost-timings,almost-yes. But I do not burn myselfto keep another warm.I
I have loved from the fireline—bold, open,unafraid of the burn. I have danced the dance ofalmost-lovers,almost-timings,almost-yes. But I do not burn myselfto keep another warm.I
I know rejection and judgment well I had to live with it Through all hardship The pain I carried alone The long lonely years of
Unable to tell the extravagant storyPictograms conceded the gloryThe Phoenicians roughly threw in the towelTill the Greeks decided to buy a vowel Sans Romans the
a perfect day?no guilt no feara perfect hour?no angst no shamea perfect minute?no nauseating angera perfect second?having youseeing you perfect’s illusiveillusively frailbeguilingly fragileyearning for relief,some
Notice a dead leafIt can crunchBut never squish If ever even had a wishA tree, I think it would But then againChopped up as firewood…