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
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
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
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