I lit a tree today.
The cinders burned furiously.
I recall the way the
Ash fell and sighed the sun away.
I remember the shadow
Falling on me; I closed my eyes.
Here in the cool shade was
Lady Mnemosyne. I recall
The way her blanket sighed
Upon me. Looking up at her,
I smiled endlessly.
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I remember the path
Her darkness paved for fireflies.
Their light led the way through
Darkened wood and webs of nightmares.
I was the hero but
I was the child afraid
Of the light. The sun was
Weaving his light low in the east
And I could taste the ash.
She said to me "your eyes
Burn from the truth hidden behind
Flames of sincerity."
I fell to my knees and I cried.
My tears washed the dark soot
Away. So, inspired, I took
Myself to the top of
The burning ceiling and opened
My eyes upon the sun. |
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