The flickers of the
Eternal flame
Casts shadows on
The time constraints
Of some systematic
Mortal frame

Hunger pangs sing
At the communal table,
Sustenance flayed
In feast and famine
There is nothing
To sustain but
The feeling of the wind
On tired flesh

Flesh brimming with
The tepid waters
Of experience,
Rippling, rolling,
Until

The feeling of release,
The air sapped from
The bones of the
Weak and the rich
In delicate symphony

Igniting
Evaporating

The combustion
Of every musical note
A firestorm of
Crystallized tears
Turns the air to gold,
To blood, to ash

Night will always
Find us there,
Returned and familiar,
Shapeless and
Unafraid, crawling

Ever towards
The undertow,
The unfaltering
Flicker and glow

Traces eternity
In silence,

In starlight
We lay our burdens low