#purefire
Are we lost to a land of too many tribes,
Too many choices, of too many scales,
Too many communities of which to
avail?
Could we be better off fractured and scattered
Left shattered like glass by the highway
A shimmering reminder to the wayward passerby,
All is not lost though we
Subside
Could that we merely be torn asunder,
Pulverized, then obliterated by ritual fire,
Then wrung from the colluding liquified minds
Crystaline,
Incandescent,
Molten
Purifide
To form as before but free from parameters previously applied,
Forgotten in the furnace of insanity and strife
Stiffled,
Tempered,
Emboldend,
Refined
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC