Sunday 23 May 2010

Squeezing Ashes

Fire of emergence searing through me
I panic and I try to hold it in
Blackening and charring at my edges
The ashes of me dancing in the wind

Pieces of me long to reach and clutch them
Squeeze them gently into form again
Holding onto patterns that I have been
All's comsumed and changed though, in the end

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