Once again I see the blistering bonfires by the sea,
The flailing flames twitch as turning ash from memory.
An absinthe absence guides my gaze of the pyre's pale, polluted shore,
Rending rent to ransom in my mind: of matters; never more.
Burning bonds are breaking in that boiling blasphemy,
And rejection turns returning in the embers' enmity.
Frail freedom fraught with peril's promise posed against the sky;
For as the fire fills with poignant presence, present there am I.
Author notes
Part 7 in the Whiskey and Lead series.
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