Words for Fire

Sit there on a sleeping stairwell
Spiraled around itself
Limn anew within your mad mind
With kindling collected

If you don’t answer what you want
Under the light of harvest moon
Scripts become adopted in woe
It’s decided for you

The woe and the weeping won’t budge
Poison always reveals
Right when there’s nothing more to leech
You’ll remember your way

Sometimes we suffer in silence
But we all long to define “I”
Just in our own hour

Commit to opportunity
This moment is for you
Plant your seeds with sunlight rising
Be brave and reap yourself


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