As we gather ‘round the campfire beyond the tattered circus tent,
our bodies sway crystals ‘round flickering flames.
Carried away by wind/vacillating dreams we carry on tips of tongues.
While eager blue moons drench the swirling smoke & drape
living thoughts, suffocating with intense blues & intense light
the illusion of flight..
As we continue to sway, we leave behind
dreams of eternal life,
we give up on the endless madness that grieved us so.
Mirrored, our movements in the fires that we burn.
Even the flames shriek in agony
when our souls ignite.