The Lure of Fire.
To make from nothing
Something most astonishing.
Life. Or so we think...
Manifest beauty.
The craft we begin to see.
The lost dream. Glory.
Hand and bone meet stone.
Glory designed from a dream.
Shift vision indeed.
What is your real desire?
Perfectly alone.
Creating the streams wake with
Alchemy my tool.
Reason and purpose,
Our distractions from rebirth,
Real or just a dream?
Chaos ordered
In all it's twisted beauty,
Is why we like fire.
Hidden by the ire?
Me, Myself and I
- Bearing Slowly Burning Sage
- Brooklyn, NY, United States
- I want to philosophize through poetry. Unfortunately one lone thinker will only manage to wrap himself up in a shell. Please be a heavy and worn hammer, striking against my outer most provisions until you break through or lay broken. Just promise me these 2 things: 1. If I crack first, help rebuild me but do not rebuild me yourself. 2. If you crack first, please accept my humble aid in the rebuilding of your path; but do not let me take over.
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