fume-per-fume
It all began
when the alien artisan
farted
a masterpiece
substance
called
It

Not even the sun
reflected fully in the river's course.
Bit and spark,
it fought to frame
this solitary ray.

lavish me
in yellow

and orange

don’t be
greedy

let it loose

wash away
my years

make me
feel young

I want to
shine again

I want to
be the sun

rising
everyday

I rode a
nightmare

into the
mountains

to meet my maker

a creature
calling my name

I followed
the deep bellow

an echo of
the ancient past

I knew I
would find

life or death

either way
our war will

finally be settled