Flame Will Rise
From Oral Tradition
I.
the fabric lies upon the maze
cast from my gaze
deeply true to its bright blue
beyond its patch the path wonders
pondering a farewell of the crescent shape
deeply true to its dark wound
each step—a wondrous feat
from earth's hearth births heaven's room
deeply true to its flesh cool
the middle kind
a liminal smile
between the lefts—
roll onto hard jagged knew
between the rights—
dive under wet tithes' knew
there is no time to wait
for ego's rise
or
to swim for grim
ebb time
II.
here lies the wind
who grins to
extinguish fire
when did the strike ignite
in courage
mint could freshen the blow?
there are no new or old stories sole
why won't lies everbear?
missing pieces have long grown souled
in a new uncertain body
the blue is truth's hue
the pain left on ebb
why won't these faces face me?
what more can I say?
what more will they mine?
it's time to flee
before my faze reveals
my gaze fears their pain
its birth formed from lies lent
a carriaged fossil made to spine
a dire sight
for a pair of fresh ire
my life's lover awaits
without cackle or scorn
wrapped as God's gift
in cornflower blue


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