In this end,
all of fire and flame,
on man down.
In this timely end.
Where is my void form?
Where do I, uncarnate drift?
In this end.
Holy shrouds of lost breath,
' all sitting 'round
embers
near the heart.
To grasp the fire
to weed the ashes of their diamonds...
a golden desire,
numb, thoughtless process,
finding gems in cinders.
In this end...
from whence I come
into these blood-red months
flowing like oceans,
current sucks like gravity.
pulls.
-like a fall.
Author notes
I decided not to think so much, and here's what happened. Naturally, i intend to continue this trend.
Please tell me what you think
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Sounds like a lovely technique - sometimes produces the most honest work - very nice read. Keep it up!
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Interesting, I don't quite understand the meaning, which may be a peice of the point. I think I'm getting bits and particles of what is going on. Most of your poetry I can sift through and find something to do with you in a real life situation. Something you wish, dream, or want, or are afraid of. It's getting harder and harder to do because I have less time to calculate the direction of your life in coexistence with your poetry. I think I understand this one simply because of the last line. "Like a fall" I'm always afraid to tell you exactly what I've deduced for fear of being wrong or worse yet for fear of being right. Maybe there's no meaning at all and I'm searching for themes and thoughts in a feild of nothingness. Either way it's an interesting write to try and disect.
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