Thursday, December 23, 2021

Dear Fire,

 

just taking what’s given. I must be foolish. an industry Fire, she looks sad. I’ll leave that alone. many more worthy to concern with Fire. too grown to do damage. too empty to hold a grudge. too unexplained. I float passed, life is moving motion, a galaxy between us—so close, such contradiction, must outlive it, must chase it, it’s a difficult mechanism—pain feeling normal, suspicious of my smiles, conditioned to marinate, a watchful soul, trekking city to valley, encouraged to ignore Fire—what now!

left much to distance, familiar pain is comforting, alienated inside, favoring moonlight. eating uneasiness, kneading misery, still at core happiness; designs must be mastered, sense/see patterns, I scream at self.

never felt that way. mania is a mystery. I know she has memories. I skate to her, I laugh with her, I keep her at a distance—life as a hostage, perfumes wafting, never realizing what we see.

Fire is booming, too much ingested so quickly, melancholy has attached itself … the mystery is beauty.

I remember a child, sensing fever, nothing like true rivers; I sit aside sunshine, I gaze into cornfields, I walk swatting nameless bugs.

I live inside, like an eastern priest, feeling banned from Africa.

Fire keeps appearing. some of us examine when a person keeps inside.

next to dreams, I’ve destroyed many dreams, I see a mirror, I chuckle a little, I disappear.

maybe it was meant to happen, maybe Fire is aware, maybe the god in me—dines with the god in you.  


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