Into this fire
I’ve been before
A blue cold burning
That consumes what’s hot
This great fall
Just can’t find gravity
Nothing to attach to, the
Most eccentric Star in its path
Water won’t quench
This thirst blazing my throat
Gall won’t heal these wounds
The quiet scars of the wounded man
Neither animal, nor angel,
Mere human, now human,
I unite to you in your pain
And feel what you’ve felt
No other way to connect
But through this pain I’ve not felt
Now feel, a sponge now for suffering
A crucible for angst…
But what winds whisper
Through my airy rooms,
Offer healing to the ragged wounds
Tropic airs in arid plumes
Fog the windows and this tomb...
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