Thursday, May 2, 2024

The Burning

The burning soul stretches out to the sky

Air thinner up here but so clear

Breathe in ice gasps and stars

A silent flame unseen from below

Devouring oxygen feathers uncertainty

Sun black weightless coal

In sheer blue silk underthings

White lace clouds peripheral vision

Unbothersome matter from this height

Overinflated -- perhaps

But how else to let go


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