Brush Fires


Peace-
The still breeze
Motivating the birds to be
Chaos-
Consuming shadows
Encouraging the peace to be

Gray
In which i dwelt
ignition
That made jealous the sun
Embers though-
Only embers

Drought-
Insatiable hunger
Corrosion creeping up my spine
Unsustainable
Embers-
More than embers

Smoke
That choked the tress
That sojourned in the still breeze
Fires; flames
That burned away the dark
Still- embers

Thick-
Was the cloud of desire
Pain-
Was the result of temptation
Charcoal-
Masking what was

Though-
Brush fires
That consumed the land
That consumed my soul
Embers still-
Burned much too low

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