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 |   All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
| My embers stir, Before your dry timber portioned Placed on my Phoenix landing. I could never die With coaxing of gentle breezes -- The division of my black remains Spread out by your probing, plead 'Don't stop inhaling,' As dry grasses fall From your tender hand. I devour, acquiesce. I dream, convalesce In this circle of stone containment. My keeper returns when he's cold, Speaks to me, Divining new life Each night under the stars, Under the staggering pines Glowing as they lean to view. Before I sleep, I yearn, Claiming all tinder on my way up -- Reach heaven in a smolder, Join a constellation one night Where you might view me Warmly, eternally. This will need attention to language and more later. Just thinking of the mortality of myself within this great nation. |
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