We find relief in fire,
And everything rises in the darkness -
That reckless intensity
Pulling us darker and darker down.
That boneless white rush -
It's almost everything,
And we settle like dust -
Bells at midnight.
We drive until the land ends,
And walk into the water.
Burning bright beneath the firmament,
We are transformed -
There exists no language,
Solid in the earth,
To record our gospel.
Here are the skins of the gods,
And we are witnessing the birth of stars.
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Author:
CindyB (
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Comments1
Brilliantly penned and expressed in delight of your worthy words. I shall remember this one for a while to come. Thank you for your work done here...
Thank you. It's a eulogy for a recently departed friend.
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