While it Burns


Years of cards stacked precariously skyward

Tenuous at best

Bridges to heaven intended to fall

Selves incarnated and again

Disintegrating with the plans that built their lives

Expectations of perfection

Driving ghosts of self relentlessly forward

Immolated in the barrier between then and now

Offerings to fate

Glowing in my reverie of past

Holy observances for a newborn self

Growing in the uncharted freedoms of failed plans

Time newly unspoken for

What this way lies


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