somewhere
in a building set ablaze
stand steadfast
then the silent breath obeys.
in goes smoke
out comes divine praise-
trusting & trying,
to see through the haze.

walls around crumble
the scaffolding too
yet still i remain
to see the worthy view

counting on blessings-
one and many names
wanting so badly
to understand your claims.

all around this crimson fire
i deeply wish to have no desire
both in this building and on a pyre
yet in the end i find myself
nothing but insane & a liar.
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